BLEEDING
In a world where infected blood has become the most dangerously addictive opioid, a teen must cross moral lines to save his spiraling cousin and a reluctant acquaintance.
The blood of the infected is harvested and dried into pill form. People are turning into vampires during an overdose and then using others as incubators to feed their needs or sell to the masses. Society has turned its back, deeming the cursed monsters, even airing reality television series in the vein of COPS, showing the brutal deaths of infected individuals.
Following the overdose death of his brother, Eric’s coping mechanism for his unresolved trauma is breaking and entering to avoid his home life. A visit to his junkie cousin Sean’s house leads to the accidental destruction of a bag of drugs. Now, the boys must devise a plan to find the funds to pay back Sean’s dealer.
After Eric and Sean break into what they assume to be a vacation home, they discover Marcus’s close friend, Sarah, zip-tied in a dark bedroom. Two scumbags are farming her. When Sean needs a fix, he can’t resist her vulnerable neck. Except he’s never had pure blood, and the lure puts him over the edge. Sarah prevents him from turning.
She and Eric strike a deal for survival- He will try to get her across the Canadian border for experimental treatment in exchange for a jar of her blood to pay off Sean’s debt. Sean makes his way to the dealer Dustin’s house alone. Little does he know who he’s dealing with. His ultimate selfishness may be everyone’s undoing.
Jasper Jones is a pretty boy screw-up. His tough-guy persona leads to stupid decisions. Jones is incredibly watchable. He expertly leans into a character that feels deeply punchable but shows us we’re missing the root cause. Jones delivers the manic behavior of addiction like a pro. It is an impressive turn.
John R. Howley is dazzling as Eric. He takes a wounded bird, combines it with fearless desperation, and demands your attention. It’s unfathomable that this is his first film role. There is a bright and busy future ahead for this young man.
Cinematographer Daniel Cho takes advantage of the ever-changing natural light as the film plays out in relatively real time. BLEEDING will make a perfect companion watch with MY HEART WON’T BLEED UNLESS YOU TELL IT TO. Both films center on complex family relationships and bargaining with death. Filmmaker Andrew Bell creates an endlessly intriguing meditation on cyclical addiction. This new take on the vampire genre is undeniably refreshing. BLEEDING is so dark it may consume you whole.
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BLEEDING is available on Screambox + VOD beginning Tuesday, June 10th. (Today!!)
Written & Directed by: Andrew Bell
Produced by: Nicholas Payne Santos, Bofan Zhang, and Kenneth Green
Starring: John R. Howley, Jasper Jones, and Tori Wong
Like in The Blair Witch Project, each character goes by their real-life name. Banfitch is the sole cinematographer. The shaky handheld camerawork gives the film solid legitimacy. The sound editing varies based on the speaker’s proximity to the camera, lending to the validity of the experience. With the film opening with a horrifying 911 call, memory card number one contains relatively mundane introductions to the characters. Background information reveals itself in what is essentially Robbie’s private vacation footage. But, you’re so entranced by the opening audio, you become obsessed with discovering the cause of those screams. That, my friends, is compelling editing.
Card two introduces the mystery in earnest. Card three is chaos. 99.9% of the film occurs through Robbie’s lens’ perspective. Much of the explosive final hour is lit by nothing but a flashlight. Therefore, a great deal of what we can’t see paralyzes us. Don’t for a second think that the daylight is any safer. What we do get a glimpse of is gag-inducing and chaotic fear. Ultimately, the ear-piercing manipulation of sound grabs you by the throat. I forgot to breathe. Fair warning: Everything is so dizzying you may get queasy. The script evolves in such a clever and unique way I just resigned myself to yelling. “WTF?!” at each new reveal. It simply keeps going and going. I stopped trying to figure out which way was up. THE OUTWATERS‘ final few minutes made me gasp. If that’s not an endorsement, I don’t know what is. Robbie Banfitch is the next great horror auteur. No one can take that away from him.
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