Be careful who you wish for…
Presentation:
If you watched Curry Barker’s YouTube film Milk & Serial, Obsession has a lot similarities except with upgraded lighting and cameras. It’s shot in a modern open gate 3:2 aspect ratio and shallow depth of field to further emphasize that this is a contemporary film. The actors in this film have relatable auras and dialogue that should appeal to Gen Z audiences. Inde stands out, but a lot of the cast’s performances revolve around awkward pausing and stupid choices. But it’s ultimately an indie popcorn horror so you shouldn’t expect much in the writing department. That doesn’t mean it looks like a budget film, but there are forced plot developments only forgiven because they are naive teenagers. Despite tackling on the typical cursed monkey paw trope, this still feels like a very refreshing way of telling horror stories.
Conclusion:
This indie film has already become one of the most profitable films in history with a budget of less than a million yet over 400 million in revenue. The reasoning being this film has spread word of mouth for how scary it is, with its virality assisted by targeting young Gen Z moviegoers. If you’ve already been down the rabbit hole of creepypasta YouTube horror, you can see a lot of the analog found footage horror influences on Barker. With films like Backrooms, Skinamarink, and V/H/S gaining in popularity, it’s likely we’ll see more revitalization in this style of late 2000s Aughtubebased filmmaking. I don’t think it was that scary, but it was a blast and surely a lot of fun to watch with friends. This should already be considered a future cult classic. Awkwardly scary or scarily awkward, I’m all for this contemporary creepypasta cinema!
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