Studio: Neon
Director: Osgood Perkins
Writer: Osgood Perkins
Producer: Dan Kagan, Brian Kavanaugh-Jones, Nicolas Cage, Dave Caplan, Chris Ferguson
Stars: Maika Monroe, Blair Underwood, Alicia Witt, Nicolas Cage, Michelle Choi-Lee, Dakota Daulby, Kiernan Shipka
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Summary:
An intuitive FBI agent hunts a manipulative serial killer who has an unsettling connection to her childhood.
Review:
There's one every year. That one genre movie whose inescapable buzz, whether generated by a groundswell of grassroots marketing or a series of advance screenings where early word endlessly overwhelms online discourse, hypes the horror to such lofty heights, it's improbable for the film to sustain acclaim once the public puts eyes on it. For 2024, that film was "Longlegs," a movie so soaked in shrieks about supposed scariness, macabre mystique, and an incredible incarnation of Nicolas Cage as a grotesque psychopath, it sounded like you'd risk damning your soul to the darkest depths of Hell just by daring to watch it. Getting back to even keel requires blocking this noise as much as possible, lest expectations be put in a position where the movie can never match what one's imagination invents.
Comparisons to "The Silence of the Lambs" are well founded, not just because "Longlegs" pits an underexperienced FBI agent against a cunning serial killer, but because the movie also takes place in the 1990s, adding to the echo that their setups are cut from the same cloth. Maika Monroe plays Lee Harker, a determined career woman whose remarkable hunches suggest she's possibly psychic, or at least highly intuitive. Recognizing her unique talent, Harker's boss Agent Carter assigns her to the baffling case of Longlegs, the nickname for a mysterious man whose crimes have puzzled the Bureau for decades.
In ten instances over 30 years, a father has inexplicably murdered his family before killing himself. These events have two things in common. All of the families had a daughter whose birthday fell on the 14th, and all of the crime scenes contained a Zodiac-like cipher signed by Longlegs. Longlegs himself never held any knives or pulled any triggers, leading authorities to wonder how he managed to drive these family men to commit brutal butcherings.
With her memory muddled, Harker knows a hazy childhood encounter links her to Longlegs, except she isn't sure how. Longlegs confirms this connection when he leaves Harker a cryptic birthday card, and signs her name in the visitor log at a psychiatric hospital. Finding the line between what happened as a little girl and what's happening now appears key to identifying Longlegs, although the secrets being hidden might be more unsettling than the murders themselves.
"Longlegs" retains the police procedural format "The Silence of the Lambs" has, except this movie is actually an arthouse drama sneakily crafted to resemble a mainstream thriller, even though it really isn't. "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" is misremembered for being more graphic than it is, since it's largely bloodless and only one person dies by chainsaw. "Longlegs" pulls off a similar illusion here. The film consistently evokes intangible unease to keep viewers unsettled, but it does so while keeping tangible terror to a bare minimum.
Depictions of murder only arrive in the form of an FBI agent's sudden execution early on and then aren't seen again until a flashback roughly 50 minutes into the runtime. True to form for his character, we don't witness Longlegs directly doing anything despicable, either. In his limited scenes, Cage presents Longlegs as a disturbing personality purely through bizarre behavior like maniacally singing "Happy Birthday" or playing peek-a-boo with a nonplussed cashier, not through overtly criminal actions.
"Longlegs" follows this pattern of stretching out suggestive suspense, then puncturing intense atmosphere with a sudden shock before anyone realizes it's been x minutes since something notable happened. Arthouse horror usually manufactures mood through empty imagery using long establishing shots, unmotivated lighting, or other artificial means that aren't always backed up by a distinct narrative. "Longlegs" instead makes mood through cinematography that's organic to a scene's staging. Negative space looms large, whether as excessive headroom that makes faces seem small in the frame, as a doorframe where moments might be slightly obscured, or as empty stairwells behind a turned back. Your rattled mind starts seeing these spaces as hiding spots for unspecified danger, which creates the sensation of dread bubbling beneath your skin.
"Longlegs" isn't all smoke and mirrors centered around careful camera placement though. In addition to a spookily Satanic story, the film features engaging performances, not the least of which comes from Blair Underwood as Agent Harker's superior. Underwood puts on an acting clinic in under 15 minutes, and he does so by choosing inflections and expressions for his small amount of dialogue, creating an obviously intelligent persona who knows more than he lets on despite Harker actually doing all of the legwork.
Where "Longlegs" is likely to lose viewers is in its conclusion, with this being an uncommon case where no explanation at all might have been preferable to the explanation given for Longlegs's devilish dealings. Writer/director Osgood Perkins has built his career in frightful features on ambiguous artfulness that can be a bit shallow to those who want their fiction to have clear beginnings, middles, and ends. Perkins attempts to placate those people by revealing the details behind the murders, but it's a confounding climax certain to leave some unsatisfied and others with new questions given the abstract answers.
As films wrapped up with neat little bows go, "Longlegs" definitely does not fit that bill. It's possible Perkins started shooting without knowing exactly how his tale would turn out, considering there are end credits for an FBI agent with the same last name as Longlegs and an adult version of a young girl, both of whom are not seen in the final cut. Maybe this is merely a matter where viewers must settle for the overall eeriness of a strange cinematic experience rather than a strong stab at substantial storytelling.
Review Score: 75
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