REVIEWS
a selection of written work
TEENAGE SEX AND DEATH AT CAMP MIASMA (2026)
After seeing this, I feel like a dunce sitting down at my desk with a glass of cabernet to stare into the middle distance, ponder, and type my thoughts for the internet like a tool. I imagine Jane Schoenbrun laughing in my face. It's just flesh and fluids, you dork!
Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma is a movie that was made for movie nerds, but that's as superficial as saying that I Saw the TV Glow is for people who were in a fandom for a television series, or We're All Going to the World's Fair is for the generation that grew up online. Those things may be utterly true, even a prerequisite to understanding those films, but it's not the whole truth.
This is about Kris (Hannah Einbinder), a promising young filmmaker who's been hired to reboot Camp Miasma, a classic (but tired) slasher franchise that she loved growing up. Kris spends time with the reclusive woman who played the final girl in the first film, Billy (Gillian Anderson), and tries to convince her to return to the screen in her reboot.
I was pleasantly surprised by how joyous this film was, considering how bleak the filmmaker's other work is. This is a celebration of queerness, both in the sexual sense and in the eccentric sense. It's a celebration of the films that made us, even if they're schlocky and problematic. What a pleasure, to level a critique at something I love without feeling the need to burn it to the ground! It's a celebration of embodiment, how precious it is to feel corporeal lately, even if it feels dangerous.
On that note, I need to do something with my body instead of writing about my thoughts about a movie. It's good. You should see it.