THE CRAMPS: A Period Piece
Brooke H. Cellars’ campy new horror comedy THE CRAMPS: A Period Piece comes to Fantastic Fest 2025 to leave audiences in a state of giggling discomfort. The story follows Agnes, a young woman from a strict household who gets a job at the local salon. When her period cramps manifest into monsters, life gets a lot more complicated than a little menstrual conversation.
Agnes navigates her monthly tormentor as she starts a new job as a shampoo girl with big dreams. Defying her weirdly fanatical widowed mother, Agnes goes on her first date, visits a gynecologist, and helps the gals at the shop enter a hair show against their salon nemesis. All while her cramps come to life and wreak havoc on those most deserving.
The Hairbrained Salon’s owner is a bawdy broad named Laverne. Martini Bear is one hell of a force, slinging f-bombs on top of the already kitschy, 60s-inspired dialogue. John Waters and Mario Bava are all over this film; think Cry Baby or Hairspray meets Blood and Black Lace. There’s no doubt Teddy is inspired by Grease’s Beauty School Dropout herself, Frenchy, except that in The Cramps, Teddy is a satanist. She (a fabulous Wicken Taylor) and fellow forgetful stylist, Holiday, played by hilarious Michelle Malentina, have the best chemistry. I would watch an entire spinoff about Laverne, Teddy, and Holiday.
Lauren Kitchen gives Agnes an authentic awkwardness and pure heart that we need to fall in love with her. Diving headfirst into this role and trusting Cellars’ vision, Kitchen captures your heart and grosses you out, all while making a cultural point.
The costumes, hair, and makeup are spectacular. The vivacious colors and sparkles pop on the 35mm film. The hyper-augmented sound editing will make you cringe. The script cleverly weaves in menstruation shame, medical gaslighting, and consent, while also playing into the adage that a period is a monthly curse. The ending is perfection. THE CRAMPS: A Period Piece has midnight madness cult classic written all over it.
THE CRAMPS: A Period Piece (Warped Witch Cinema) Teaser Trailer:
Feature Film
(World Premiere, 89 mins)
Directed by: Brooke H. Cellars
Producers: Brooke H. Cellars, Madeleine Yawn, Wicken Taylor, Michelle Malentina, Levi Porter and Vincent Stalba
Starring: Lauren Kitchen, Brooklyn Woods, Harlie Madison, Martini Bear, Wicken Taylor, Michelle Malentina
A blossoming young woman, Agnes Applewhite (Lauren Kitchen), gets a job as a shampoo girl at a lively beauty salon, which goes against the wishes of her traditional family including her sanctimonious mother and tightly wound sister. As she begins this newfound journey to find her true self, she suffers from debilitating menstrual cramps, which blur the line between reality and nightmare for her and those around her.
Part comedy, part fantastical horror and wholly unforgettable, Brooke H. Cellars’ THE CRAMPS: A Period Piece takes the audience on a mesmerizing trip where John Waters’ irreverence meets the macabre stylings of Mario Bava, all wrapped in the dreamlike allure of Federico Fellini.
Brooke H. Cellars (she/they) is a multifaceted filmmaker. She has directed 8 short films since 2018. Her adoration for all things horror started when she was a kid. Her father was a children’s book writer and starting early on has been writing stories that were always horror themed. Her first screenplay, which she turned into a short film called THE CHILLS, won Best Screenplay at Houston Horror Fest in 2020. Her most recent short film VIOLET BUTTERFIELD: MAKEUP ARTIST FOR THE DEAD has screened in over 30 film festivals worldwide and has won multiple awards including the Abby Normal Award at Portland Horror Fest, the Audience Award at Final Girls Berlin, and both the Jury and Audience awards at Overlook Film Festival.
USA, Feature Film, 35mm, 89 Minutes, Not Rated, 2025
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HAPPYEND
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