The anthology is beautifully framed by an animated dollhouse wonderland brought to life by Sofia Carrillo. But the highlight is Kusama’s “Her Only Living Son,” a moving reimagining of the evil-child trope.
First segment is an intriguing Twilight Zone-style mystery that frustrates with its indecisive final. Second segment is a marvel of design & colour but literal to the point of tedium (thought it was going to be a metaphor for anxiety). Third segment is an effective Hills Have Eyes-style shocker with Native American undertones). Fourth segment is an intriguing occult thriller with subtle, apocalyptic imagery. Not bad.
Despite its routine nature, Kusama's last segment is the only one that uses common womanly fears in this female-centric horror anthology. The Box, a Twilight-Zoneish, Jack Ketchum adaptation is the most unique, but succumbs to its low-key nature. The other two entries are underwhelming; a bad kind of silly (in the Birthday Party) or just very cliche (with Don't Fall.)
Horror anthology film containing 4 segments all made by directors with the title chromosomes. Best in show is 'Her Only Living Son' from Kusama with its well scripted take on whatever happened to Rosemary's baby. Annie Clark shows promise with 'The Birthday Party' featuring another great turn by Melanie Lynskey. The other two entries are a little more horror generic but both have their moments. Worth a look.
I'm quite dissapointed with this. There's a huge potential for these narratives to evolve and really turn the knob on the eerieness of the characters esp. the rosemary's baby-esque storyline in the end, but instead, it all end up in cheezy cliffhangers. I was very stoked to see this film since it is written and directed by women, but XX just falls flat.
One of the weaker horror anthology movies in a while. What works here is The Box (good segment) and Her Only Living Son (well kinda works) but even they do not feel fully formed but more like sketches of great ideas not come to fruition. The other two are pretty uninteresting and even more unfinished. Another problem here is that all the segments are not scary at all. Clearly a missed opportunity.
Despite having the same questionable longevity the trilogy set forth by this band of women's male contemporaries, XX has four thematically potent short films that each address a component of womanhood in a commendable manner. On an even better note, more than half of the shorts are worthy of a look.
This is the most uninspired, underwhelming, uninteresting horror anthology I've seen in the last decade. It makes the abysmal V/H/S look like a masterpiece. The only mystery is: Who greenlighted this misguided production?
Hats off to the trailer editor for psyching me out. Vuckovic's The Box feels like a pointless creepypasta. Clark's The Birthday Party is a near miss: part PeeWee's Playhouse, part quirky music video sans music. Benjamin's Don't Fall, the most genre-staid, offers the only genuine frights. Kusama's Her Only Son is also treadworn but like Benjamin's piece would be better as a feature. I kinda want my money back. 2.5