Studio: Shudder
Director: Vanessa Winter, Joseph Winter
Writer: Vanessa Winter, Joseph Winter
Producer: Jared Cook, Vanessa Winter, Joseph Winter, Melanie Stone
Stars: Joseph Winter, Melanie Stone
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Summary:
A disgraced internet personality tries to restore his image by spending one night alone in a haunted house where he accidentally angers a vengeful ghost.
Review:
The only thing many modern horror fans might be tired of more than “found footage” is any film that features an obnoxious internet personality as a main character. So, even though horror-comedy “Deadstream” satirizes both of those dead horses at once, I can understand why someone might immediately lose interest in the premise and not want to go any further than that. They’d be making a rash decision however, because “Deadstream” becomes enormously entertaining as a funny, frightful, and devilishly delightful indie diamond, a rare find in a massive DTV mine mostly loaded with cheerless coal.
Like virtually everyone who is “online famous,” Shawn Ruddy will rub you the wrong way for two reasons. The first is that his claim to fame comes from nothing more than doing Jackass-style stunts for a YouTube audience who can’t get enough of his nuttiness, like sending himself down roaring rapids in a basket for the “Baby Moses Challenge.” The second is that he’s enormously successful at it, resulting in a huge following of fans and lucrative sponsorship deals that would make PewDiePie drool.
That is, until he hospitalized a homeless man in a bum fight and his fame toppled right into the toilet. But Shawn has a plan to win it all back. He’s going to face his fear of paranormal poltergeists by spending one night alone in an abandoned house reportedly haunted by a wicked woman. There will definitely be Ouija boards, summonings, and séances. Maybe there’ll be ghosts, ghouls, and gruesomeness. Whatever happens, Shawn will stream the entire event live so folks at home can follow along.
How well the viewer takes to “Deadstream” largely depends on how well that person takes to Shawn. Part of his personality is intended to be annoying. The other part intends to be endearing. If you’re only seeing the first part and not the second, you’ll know within the film’s first five minutes if you can stomach another 80 of Shawn’s shrill shrieking. His particular “scaredy cat” shtick comes with an acquired taste that won’t please everyone’s palates.
When his character clicks though, you can almost forgive Shawn for being caught up in his own circus as you come to see the charm in his flaws. He seems to have started with earnest intentions. In the pursuit of fast fortune through digital fame, he just got corrupted by the grind of becoming a live-action cartoon for a living. A good heart still beats in there somewhere, maybe. Then again, he tends to be more comically cranky and selfish than heartfelt or sincere.
“Deadstream’s” humor comes at you in many different ways. Whether it’s something as simple as Shawn’s portable cassette player pumping out a spooky soundtrack he recorded himself, or any number of clever callback jokes including a running gag about duct tape, there’s something for everyone to laugh at. At a minimum, there’s often amusement in Shawn’s snark. Like when a viewer implores him to, “Please do the right thing and help the spirits find rest.” Without missing a beat, a terrified Shawn immediately responds, “Hell no! I’m not an exorcist!”
No matter how much you end up liking Shawn, or how much you merely tolerate him, I worried that an 87-minute runtime might be too long to spend with this one guy in a single location. Luckily, another person enters the picture about a third of the way through to throw the dynamics for a loop. “Deadstream” then takes another surprise turn at its midpoint, once again keeping the story spry before the simple setup can grow stale.
Rather than get bogged down by its relative straightforwardness, “Deadstream” avoids stagnation by deploying some technical tricks to keep the screen popping with activity. The main way is with a steady stream of viewer comments in a chat window that intermittently appears in a bottom corner. A number of good gags fly by in the form of personal insults, connection complaints, threats to unsubscribe due to boredom, even someone demanding a birthday shoutout during an intense instance of supernatural activity. Many of them come complete with poor grammar and spelling for that extra air of authenticity.
Shawn also sports a helmet cam, a selfie cam, and several static cameras too. Between the comedic comment stream and the ability to constantly cut between various viewpoints, “Deadstream” maintains a lively pace that doesn’t lose steam even when it’s rolling out gradual exposition or following Shawn as he slowly sneaks around.
Is “Deadstream” the be all, end all send-up of the “found footage” format and social media celebrity? Nah. It just uses those frames to have fun with its frights. Although it does get in some solid jabs at both, like when Shawn unintentionally apes Heather’s infamous “Blair Witch Project” confessional with an oblivious apology involving cancel culture and casual racism.
I wanted to say “Deadstream” is “DIY horror done right,” but that has to be qualified with some clarifications. To be clear, the film has a full crew and quite a few moving parts. “Homegrown” might be a better word, except even that implies a level of amateurship that is definitely not on display here. Perhaps “labor of love” would be best, as this isn’t your typical backyard production shot on the cheap with friends and family working on weekends.
Yet like those basement B-movies, everyone involved in “Deadstream” does double or quadruple duty. Vanessa and Joseph Winter co-wrote, co-directed, and co-produced the film together. Joseph also composes the music and plays Shawn too. The other two producers, Jared Cook and Melanie Stone, are also the D.P. and lead actress, respectively. Anyone in the credits can be singled out for extraordinary efforts in at least two disciplines. I’ll limit additional accolades to monster maker Troy Larson and special FX makeup artist Mikaela Kester. Their practical effects provide a perfect mix of goofy and gory that gives “Deadstream” a signature style of outrageous splatter.
What I ultimately mean to say is, “Deadstream” is the kind of horror movie that indie filmmakers should make when they have access to a certain location and a couple of small cameras. Don’t pay Michael Madsen five figures to show up for a quick cameo. Don’t do another seen-before story about an average suburban couple poking around a white-walled home. Populate your project with passion and personality using spooky stage dressing, inventive props and set pieces (bobblehead fired out of a potato cannon, anyone?), and a lead actor armed with copious quips and quirks. “Deadstream” proves that when creators use their expertise and imaginations to have fun with filmmaking, the audience will have a good time too.
Review Score: 85
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.