Clawfoot review – Hollywood nepo babies do fine in horror-comedy bathed in gore
Clawfoot review – Hollywood nepo babies do fine in horror-comedy bathed in gore
The unexpected arrival of an inept tradesman kicks off this suspenseful and witty thriller, with Francesca Eastwood proving the film’s secret weapon
This cheeky suburban black comedy-horror confection builds from a slow start to a delicious finish, making up for what it lacks in subtlety with a whopping dose of impish delight.
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To reveal more would spoil a good last-third twist that morphs from suspense to high-camp comedy drenched in gore. Let’s just say there’s more going on behind Janet’s glossy veneer of sang-froid than you might initially think. Eastwood’s deadpan expression, the one thing that strongly recalls her father as an actor, is a secret weapon here, along with Culpo’s snippy timing, which does justice to screenwriter April Wolfe’s chucklesome one-liners.