Movie Night: Stream (2024)

Killer effects and a playful sense of humor make “Stream” a real scream for fans of old school, practical-effects-driven, B-movie slashers.

Stream is a slasher film that promises a mix of suspense and spectacle. It claims to offer an intense ride for those seeking excitement and entertainment, like the kind of adrenaline-fueled thrills found in playing horror-themed slots at an online casino Österreich.

If you peruse the reviews for Stream on Rotten Tomatoes and IMDb—ranging from profuse declarations of the film’s crowning cinematic achievements to “thanks for wasting two hours of my life” hate rants—you may be a bit confused. You’ll be unsure if the film is a schlocky, incoherent mess or a wildly entertaining old-score, orgiastic gorefest.

Like most polarizing things in life, the truth lies somewhere in the fertile middle ground.

The recently released indie horror film is getting some juice on the heels of the staggering success of Terrifier 3. It comes from the producers of the Terrifier franchise and features special effects makeup from the Terrifier mastermind and guru of gore, Damien Leone. It even includes Art the Clown himself, David Howard Thornton, as one of the film’s masked madmen.

That’s already a pretty bankable draw these days. Yet, Stream significantly ups the ante by throwing a kitchen sink of 80s horror icons at the screen.

This includes Dee Wallace, Daniel Roebuck, Dave Sheridan, Felissa Rose, Tony Todd, Bill Moseley, Jeffrey Combs, and (holy sh*t!) the legendary Tim Curry appearing in his first film in fourteen years.

As expected, most of the heavy hitters are there for cameo appearances. Their presence adds a bit of clout while delivering some fan service to those familiar with some of the stars’ most memorable genre performances.

If you’re tuning in for Curry, don’t expect too much. His role is limited to a brief (but memorable) mid-credits scene that he shares with the scenery-chewing Mosely (PS: be sure to stick around for it; it’s a real highlight), and his face is hidden behind a mask.

With that said, is it great to see Curry even in this limited capacity? You bet your hot patootie it is!

Of the all-stars, Combs has the meatiest role, and he’s every bit the charismatic scene-stealer you’d expect from the Re-Animator icon.  

Another name well-known to horror fans is Danielle Harris (best known for her work in the Halloween franchise), who gets a decent amount of screen time—if not much of substance to do—playing Elaine, the matriarch of the Keenan family.

Along with her husband Roy (Charles Edwin Powell), bratty seventeen-year-old daughter Taylor (Sydney Malakey), and eleven-year-old tech wizard son Kevin (Wesley Holloway), she arrives at the Pines Hotel for a family-bonding weekend getaway.

Greeting them at the front desk upon arrival is the odd and ultra-shifty Mr. Lockwood (Combs), the hotel manager.

Only, he’s not really the hotel manager. That job belonged to Linda (Wallace), who is brutally offed in the film’s opening scene.

Lockwood has ulterior motives for playing host to a group of hotel guests. He’s secretly running a vicious online streaming game where a group of masked players compete to see who can rack up the highest body count while wealthy gamblers place bets on the outcome.

Soon, the Keenans, along with a handful of unremarkable guests who only exist to amplify the body count, will be locked in for the night with a quartet of psychopaths ready to inflict as much carnage as possible—in the most horrific ways imaginable.

How much you enjoy the Terrifier franchise is a good barometer for how much you might get a kick out of Stream.

To be fair, it doesn’t quite rise to the same levels of inventiveness, brutality, and entertaining theatrics as Leone’s runaway hit. But that doesn’t mean it’s not fun, occasionally thrilling, and often a gloriously visceral spectacle.

It’s also worth noting that it wasn’t until the amped-up insanity of Terrifier 2 that the franchise really found its footing and its rabid fanbase.

It’s too early to tell if Stream might follow suit, but there’s enough passion, creativity, and technical chops to make such a feat feasible.

Like any slasher worth its weight, Stream spends the most effort on its gnarly kills, delivering more than a few standout scenes and one particularly iconic kill that seems destined for legendary status.

The gore is plentiful, and the effects look fantastic on a minimal budget, thanks to Leone’s capable craftsmanship.

There’s a nasty kill at the midway mark I wasn’t expecting when director and co-writer Michael Leavy telegraphs that he’s eager to subvert expectations and prioritize meanspirited mayhem over all else — much to his credit, as the film is so much better when it leans into its gonzo B-movie schlock.

Stream is an intentionally campy affair, working hard to balance humor with horror.

That balance is achieved in large part thanks to a delightfully game Jeffrey Combs who doesn’t need to be this damn good but refuses to phone it in.

That same commitment to the material can be said for all the scenes, however brief, featuring Stream’s star power.

Dee Wallace screams her heart out and delivers one of the film’s only emotionally impactful kills. She plays a character the audience has zero connection to, but her impassioned performance makes her death matter.

Daniel Roebuck is hilariously over-the-top as a belligerent drunk. Tony Todd has about three minutes of screen time at the very end of the film, but he oozes a hypnotic menace that ends the film on a high note and makes me eager for a sequel.

There’s also no denying which of the men behind a mask is Terrifier’s David Howard Thornton.

Thornton is a master of physical performance who made Art the Clown a seminal slasher by combining unnerving terror with endearing comedy and inexplicable charm in the face of unparalleled barbarism.

Art is so utterly watchable because of how much sinister glee he takes in his butchering. A dancing-prancing Thornton as one-half of a brother-sister slaughter duo brings that same infectious energy to Stream.

The bloody mayhem is a blast, but the story and character elements are lacking.

It’s doubtful you will care about any of the characters, even the core four you are supposed to be somewhat invested in. The time the film takes to create some stakes, focusing on the family dynamics and drama, feels wasted, given how little it seems to matter.

While I realize we need someone to root for against the showy sadists, a more satisfying use of the film’s world-building would be to explore the nature of the game, the gamblers, and the players; as it stands now, that backstory is essentially non-existent.

There’s a strong indication that Stream intends to take a page out of the Terrifier book by expanding the lore in subsequent inevitable sequels. This could be where Stream really picks up steam.

Still, you’re not tuning into Stream for the scintillating dialogue, complex storylines, nuanced characters, or emotional gravitas. You’re here for creative kills, ample gore, nostalgic cameos, and mindless hack-and-slash fun.

To that end, you’ll be handsomely rewarded for your time (though it still feels overly long at two hours); just don’t expect to find Shakespeare traipsing amongst the slaughter.

Stream boasts a concept ripe for social horror, but this isn’t that kind of film. It doesn’t want to make you think or provide a heavy-handed assessment of human monstrosity. It’s not trying to be particularly smart or relevant. Leavy is here to have a good time and revel in the glory of horror’s slasher heyday.

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