
HOME BODIES

Casey Walker‘s ceaselessly intriguing Fantasia 2026 film Home Bodies follows isolated twins, Blue and Red. Having solely existed in an automated environment, they experience a controlled perspective, from their color-coordinated tracksuits to their crayon packs and toys that only feature a variation of their assigned color. Each day, they find a VHS episode of a children’s television show called The Barn; something akin to a cable access version of the New Zoo Revue meets Neighborhood of Make-Believe.
But it is clear Blue and Red are different personalities. Blue is happiest with routine, in the way a young child aims to please to stay out of trouble. Red has more of a bored tween attitude. She has grown weary of the day-to-day. Red’s tedium leads her to momentarily lash out during a game of catch, breaking a window and disrupting their regularly scheduled actions.
Their only contact is “Papa,” a mysterious Hal-like speaker down a hallway. With a Speak-and-Spell tone of voice, the audience can hear faint keyboard tapping as the children report their error. When they wake to their version of Christmas morning, they discover they’ve been gifted an androgynous humanoid they name Pal. The arrival quickly drives a wedge between the siblings as Red’s attention has a fresh target.

When Red awakens to find Pal watching a bloody, slaughterhouse version of one of their television episodes, with a worse version arriving each night. Blue hatches a plan to get rid of Pal, but his actions immediately backfire. Red and Blue’s world begins to alter in small ways. Every regulated aspect of their lives starts to glitch, from the water and food quality to temperature settings, garbage disposal to communication, pitting the siblings against one another.
Ian Ho‘s Blue is almost punchable, which is a total compliment. A stickler for rules and equally bratty creates an incredibly compelling performance based solely on self-preservation. Emma Ho gives Red a feisty air that beautifully counters Ian’s underdeveloped social-emotional state. Her daring non-compliance and knowledge-seeking provide a healthy perspective for the audience to grasp onto. Their chemistry is magic.

Home Bodies feels like Ray Bradbury‘s The Veldt meets a daylight version of Skinamarink. The cinematography is fantastic. Bryn McCashin utilizes security camera angles and peculiar POV shots from inside trashcans or the microwave.
Chareese Steinhoff‘s production design is immersive. The aging midcentury aesthetic of the automated house is unnerving. There is a recurring theme of dripping water, from the faucet, the shower, pipes, down walls. As consequences loom, it almost feels as if the house is slowly disintegrating.

Home Bodies is unbelievably entertaining. There is never a dull moment. Adrian Murray and Marcus Sullivan‘s script explores the fallout of violating trust and broken rules; it is a sinister evolution of manipulation, and perhaps a metaphor for today’s youth and their reliance on technology to regulate their needs. Home Bodies boasts a mind-blowing finale that makes it ripe for a franchise. I have all the questions, and I am begging for more. Do not move during the credits. The moment the film ended, I started it again and gasped. Oh, the breadcrumbs.
World Premiere Screening
HOME BODIES
Thursday, July 23, 2026
9:30 PM
Cinéma du Musée
Fantasia International Film Festival
Presented in the Septentrion Shadows section
Presented with the short film SLEEP THROUGH SUMMER

















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Hellbent on backsliding into her old ways, Ava’s tough exterior hides a chasm of wounds. As her brother softens to her requests for drug connections, all hell breaks loose when she becomes a target and scapegoat for murder. Now, with the innocent lives of her family members in harm’s way, Ava must decide who she can trust and how far she will go to bargain for their safety.
Oscar winner
While the “why” takes longer to get to than I would have liked, and feels somewhat disjointed, In Cold Light is a definitive, gritty crime thriller. Helen Hunt briefly appears, and introducing her sooner would change everything. Both the editing and handheld camerawork are hypnotic. But it’s the visceral father-daughter dynamic that gets under your skin and stays there. Screenwriter Patrick Whistler delivers unresolved trauma on an astonishing level. Monroe and Kotsur make an undeniably compelling duo. I would love to see them back together, doing anything literally.
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Jamie Napoli and Joshua Paul Johnson cleverly wrap comedy around Suzie’s unknown childhood trauma, introducing friends from her past. They place Kevin entirely out of his depth socially. Suzie grew up in incredibly affluent circles, and clues about her life before Kevin reel the audience into the twisty narrative. You’re laughing and questioning everything you see. Each scene reveals something new. When the tension builds to a peak, here comes Biggs to make you laugh out loud.
Anna Konkle, who I miss with my whole heart on PEN15, plays Heather, Suzue’s childhood best friend and current chief of police. Konkle is down to Earth, incredibly charming, and inarguably the most competent member of her force. Her micro-expressions speak volumes.
The location is stunning. The lake house is the stuff of dreams, with tennis courts, a multilevel dock, and floor-to-ceiling windows. Mollie Goldstein‘s editing is top-notch. Camerawork from Zach Kuperstein is a phenomenal mix of styles, keeping the audience thoroughly engaged. After years in the industry, Biggs easily slides into the director’s chair. I am excited to see what he chooses next. 

While grading papers, Susan’s quiet night gets weird when her husband shows up in a panic. He explains that through his secretive research at Double Star Accounting, he can now predict the future. Edgar shares that his co-workers are after his knowledge and that Susan and their daughter, Taylor, are in danger. This sounds preposterous to her until two aggressive individuals knock on her front door demanding to know where Edgar is. As they threaten her family, Susan must decide who to believe.
THE DISINVITED
The plot is disorienting. Filled with time hops and something else supernatural, Carl finds himself both haunted by the past and stalked by some harassing force. Repeated aggressive and toxic interactions from strangers and others in Carl’s sphere throw the viewer’s understanding of the truth into utter chaos.
Carl’s exes are beyond livid that he has inserted himself into the festivities. As the plot thickens, Lawrence and co-writer Matthew Mourgides insinuate that we are missing large pieces of the puzzle as the former fiend group offers an alternative version of what we have witnessed thus far with their dialogue. This off-kilter effect gets an assist from Lawrence’s editing.
Sam Daly owns this film. His emotional swings are simultaneously relatable and unhinged. Daly is riveting. THE DISINVITED mashes up relationship drama and psychological horror in a mind-bending way. The final third is wild as hell. Jacob Fatoorechi and Jaco Caraco‘s classically string-heavy score is a perfect match. You must pay attention to every frame, and do yourself a favor: watch the credits. Even better, watch it again.
Alanna Ubach plays Emily’s mother, Sam. A former addict seeking redemption, Ubach is a pro, settling into a weighty role. For me, Ubach created some of the most memorable sidekick roles of the ’90s and early 2000s, carrying a Lili Taylor vibe with her comedic timing. It is a dramatic departure that is phenomenal.
Brittany O’Grady owns this role. Emily is in almost every shot, and O’Grady powers through unresolved trauma with ferocity. This fearless portrayal of a daughter dying for answers will pull you in. There is an undeniable gravity to this performance.
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Genre: Thriller/Horror
COYOTES
Brittany Allen plays sex worker Julie. Her ability to steal scenes is magic.
This is essentially an ensemble survival horror. The CGI coyotes are a bit Twilight-y, but the practical FX are legit. The kills are super creative, and one is particularly gnarly and incredibly satisfying for genre fans. Scott’s occupation is a graphic novel artist. Director Colin
NIGHT OF THE REAPER
Opening credits are fantastic. The production design team covers homes with classic ’80s Halloween decorations, and the repeated VHS static filter is chef’s kiss. Every single slasher trope we’ve come to love is utilized to build that creeping sense of dread. The synth score is fantastic. Homages to franchise favorites are endless. Everything from Poltergeist to Halloween, Max’s outfit looks like it’s straight out of Pet Sematery or a nod to Chucky, and the “Kimble, R” buzzer might just be a reference to Australian director Kimble Rendall.
Casting is delicious. Ben Cockell is outstanding as Chad. Summer H. Howell (
Brandon Christensen, alongside his co-writer brother Ryan, understands how to build suspense while giving horror fans the kills they seek. As a fan of SUPERHOST, I am impressed by this narrative shift again and again. Christensen nails the element of surprise, flipping the script on their head when you least expect it. NIGHT OF THE REAPER is another solid addition to Shudder’s stacked catalog.

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Shot in Super 16mm, its gritty look completes the homage to 1970s adult films. The Joshua Rains‘s artwork is diabolically genius. The bright spotlight device that denotes an orgasm is brilliant. Casting Nina Hartley and Ginger Lynn Allen was a superior move, as the two essentially served as the film’s intimacy coordinators. By the way, can we acknowledge the importance of that role on a set? I am thrilled we’re adding a Stunt category to next year’s awards season, but Intimacy Coordination is also an art.

SAINT CLARE
Visually and technically stunning, if not a touch confusing storytelling-wise. The script has a Freighteners and Civil Dead meets The Sixth Sense vibe. The camerawork suggests potential mental illness in Clare. The audience constantly questions what is real.
Ryan Phillipe makes the best of a weird situation. Rebecca De Mornay is a fantastic addition. Frank Whaley made my heart skip a beat. He deserved way more screentime!
More Dexter than Joan of Arc, Bella Thorne‘s spitfire attitude makes SAINT CLARE compelling through the confusion. I could easily see her captivating in a role similar to Jennifer Garner in ALIAS. Honesty, Thorne could easily slot into a new season of Marvel’s Jessica Jones alongside Krysten Ritter. They would kick major ass together.
The film doesn’t know what genre it wants to be. There is comedy akin to Idol Hands (which is some of the strongest), drama like Pretty Little Liars, and mystery that is as whirlwind as Memento. It feels like a YA graphic novel with panels missing. If anything, SAINT CLARE does make me want to read Don Roff‘s source material, “Clare At Sixteen,” if only for some potential clarification.
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