If there is one thing I am certain of, it's that Brian Bonsall is typecast to flirt with older women. It's perverted and hilarious, and all of the Karen's and Disney princesses in the world can kiss my ass. But seriously, I am shocked to say, that this is one of the better overlooked 90s thrillers I've seen.
B+
- Babes
This is as pure as it gets - 9-year-old Mikey is adopted by a loving, affluent family, uncovers some mild conflict, murders them in elaborate
Home Alone-esque ways, covers his tracks (barely), and starts again with a new family. The refreshing thing here is that, unlike some other laughably-underwritten slashers, the root of Mikey's affliction is only ever hinted at -- we learn that his birth parents were "bad" and "did bad things." That's exactly the amount of mystique I need for something to work on a cerebral level - especially because Mikey's tendencies and delusions are so specific and intricate that it creates a character depth that's too dark to see how far down it goes. And unlike Mac in
The Good Son, Brian Bonsall sells the sweet side just as well as the sinister.
B
- Paul
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