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One EVIL AI Knows Our Ultimate Fears, We’re all Doomed! “Jitters” reviewed! (Reel2Reel Films / Blu-ray)

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After being suspended for roughing a fellow detective, Collymore returns to the middle of a nightmarish case of people killing themselves within the throes of their worst fears.  Struggling through a terminal health issue and sharing his young daughter in shared custody, Collymore focuses his efforts on the case with evidence pointing directly toward a new immersive video game called Jitters that uses brain scans and artificial intelligence to infiltrate the network of the human brain.  A maniacal clown with a twisted sense of humor and electrifying headgear presents players with a riddle and if they can solve it, players will be free from his delusion-creating hold that’ll eventually send a person gravely mad to death with fear.  Collymore plays the game to try and stop Jitters from spreading across the city, protecting his daughter from being exposed, but he must investigate through a team of infected developers puzzled by their tailored riddle before they meet their fate. 

Clowns are not a new trope to horror – “Killer Klowns from Outer Space,” “Funhouse,” and we can even through in the infamous, now-mostly banned “Clownhouse” – but in the past five years there has been a reemergence of the killer clown, thanks to one Art the Clown of the “Terrified” films who put the funny bone back into the assortment of removed human bones with a bone saw.  “The Jester,” “Clown in a Cornfield,” and “Helloween” use the bright blue, red, white face paint to mask their malevolent Jokesters outside the circus tent and into our safe space to crank up the coulrophobia in “Terrifier’s” wake, and perhaps with a little help from Pennywise in the “IT” remakes.  “Jitters” is the next clownsploitation feature with a sophomore screenplay by George Wilcox (“Homeless Ashes”) and directed by Marc Zammit (“Witch”).  The 2016, United Kingdom film is an Aptitude Films production and crowdfunded by Indiegogo patrons with nearly £13,000.

In the role of a Jitters, the clown face riddler with ostentatious electro-lit up headgear, is Daniel Jordan (“Witch,” “Embryonic”) harnessing his best virtual AI assistant from Hell, infiltrating every software system to organic system with mischievous jester poise with wicked wordplay.  Jordan can be jaunty enough to make the clownish killer be mad with a “Virtuosity” spread of fear through the global cyberspace network but there’s room for terror toying improvement as the fear doesn’t carry over much to the audience.  Opposite Jordan is Fabrizio Santino (“Are We Dead Yet,” “Witch”) as the black sheep detective Collymore hot on his first case back with the investigation of a girl scared to death while playing a computer game.  Santino’s low gruff and breathy tone naturally gives me the leg up on Collymore’s terminal ailment that has the detective coughing up blood in private.  Yet, that illness never has a purpose to the story other than to garner sympathy from ex-wife Julia (Lauren Budd, “Cinderella’s Curse”).  As Jitters rival, or as another play in the Jitters deadly game, Collymore’s determination to beat the AI clown levels the playing field but the detective is hardly challenged by Jitter’s strong and influential manipulating powers others succumb so easily to in their own version of fear-induced hell.  “Jitters” supporting cast rounds out with Boo Miller (“Afraid of the Dark”), Guillaume Rivaud (“Big Bad CGI Monsters”), Jessica Impiazzi (“The Tombs”), Russell Shaw (“The Lockdown Hauntings”), Richard Wisker and introducing Chloe Hews.  There’s also Anto Sharp (“Witch”) who I follow as a comedic content creator and who did a phenomenal job as Collymore’s partner as I did not realize it was content creator Sharp, suggesting good acting to step into a less funny role. 

“Jitters” is not a direct riff on the “Terrifier” series or any other notable previous killer clown movie but adding a clown mascot to a not-so-carnivalesque AI program can seem like a bandwagon move to cash-in on clownsploitation craze that’s currently happening.  However, with the “Brainscan” edge to the story, the clown getup has unnecessary written all over it.  What Jitters does very well is the themes it tackles, such as video game brain rot, an artificial intelligence takeover, and facing one’s fears no matter how overwhelming they can be.  Jitters, the clown, toys with players’ intrinsic fears that can affect so much on a granular level that they don’t even know exactly what they’re afraid of and that gives the narrative more suspense when time ticks away toward an inexplicable runout threshold and the clown brings an end to the game in stylish fashion involving their fear.  There’re some on-screen gory bits but “Jitters,” overall, is tame on the blood and violence that leaves a few moments to the imagination but leaves just enough to sate the primal, gut-level reaction.  While the story adds a layer of hypothetical futuristic technology that doesn’t quite make sense when you think about it but glad to indulge for the sake of movie progression, I found more distracting detective Collymore’s life complexity to be a softball toss up that never challenges his being or puts his back against the wall.  Collymore evokes workplace violence against an unscrupulous, yet lawfully acquitted, officer that goes without receiving himself a severe managerial punishment for socking him in the office other than some unpaid leave, Collymore also has terminal cancer that’s a narrative non-key element that spurs no action and no conflict.  Lastly, ex-wife Julia gives him too little pushback on their former marriage and how he raises their daughter when she’s with him, and there’s an almost near reconnection between them that’s hastened toward dye to the lack of contention in what’s mostly amiable co-parenting.  Julie and their daughter Chloe never face true peril and have become also naïve or ignorant to Collymore’s pursuit of ridden the world of “Jitters” and that seems task is too big to let potential collateral damage be ignored. 

101Films and Reel2Reel’s AI-gone-bad and videogame rot thriller “Jitters” arrives onto Blu-ray home video with an AVC encoded 1080p Hi-Def resolution, BD25.  Presented in a widescreen.  Presented in a 2.40:1 widescreen aspect ratio, “Jitters” has compressed cinematic coveralls that’s noir polished with a darker grading of blues, greens, and browns.  The digital image delineates details more than fine within the Blu-ray codec with no compression issues to note.  Textures and fabrics are tangibly perceived; there’s great detail on Jitter’s electric headgear that has a heavier appearance than it probably is in reality, and this is a testament to the fabricated work of the production and art design crew.  Surprisingly, the 2026 release only has an encoded uncompressed PCM 2.0 Stereo track and not surround sound.  The omnipresent AI infiltrator of hardware and organic hookup gives “Jitters” ample range and breadth of depth but instead of a multi-channel 5.1 or 7.1 surround sound, the release is limited to a dual output between the audio of dialogue and everything else.  Usually, stereo formats are adequate, but “Jitters” requires the extra legroom as the boisterous soundtrack does insidiously creep onto the other audio layers, diluting the dialogue strength to an elucidating mumble and barely perceivable.  English subtitles are available for selection.  “Jitters” is a feature only release with only the trailer as a title menu option.  The 101 Films and Reel2Reel Blu-ray is housed in a clear Scanova case with a one-sided sleeve that’s detailed and contrast heavy of the titular villain.  The 94-minute film is region encoded B as it’s a UK release with UK certified 15 for strong horror, gore, violence, suicide, self-harm and language.

Last Rites: “Jitters” pulls off being an AI-inspired horror in another round-about of us set on destroying ourselves with our own creation but the added clown element can’t help but think the killer clown craze has struck again, this time negatively.

Censorship is the Very Definition of EVIL! “Censor” reviewed! (Magnet Releasing / Digital Screener)

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British film censor, Enid, views video nasty after video nasty day in and day out, certifying ratings based on the realism of the violence, and receiving public hellfire when a gruesome murder is vilifies her approval of a film.  After viewing one in particular that strikes a familiar nerve, one involving around the circumstances of her little sister’s disappearance from years ago, she digs deeper into the filmmaker’s background, piecing together a puzzle that her sister may still be alive.  With her parents given up hope declaring their youngest deceased and under mounds of criticism pressure from inside and outside of work, Enid’s lone rove through distasteful filmic horror and probing the crew involved sends the censor into a frantic frenzy between what’s real and what’s not. 

For the record, just so we’re clear between you and I, film censoring is a complete crock that limits artist expression and can negatively alter the tone of work far from the original message or effect.  I can see where censorship is necessary for the greater good when considering public television that aims to evade young eyes from extreme violence, gore, nudity, and harsh language while still appeasing adults with a semi-intelligible cut of the film, but to have the MPAA, or any censor board for that matter, do what they do in order to classify and certify a rating to meet a criteria is a slap in the face of personal responsibility.  Yes, some individuals need a rigorous structure to tell them what to do, but you know comical and asinine when there are three different cuts of a film in the U.S. market, not to forget to mention all the various versions around the globe to sate countries distinct regulations and requirements.  Luckily, Prano Bailey-Bond’s immersive reality checking horror, “Censor,” makes no assumptions on the matter and we can just enjoy the dark side of story based off the UK filmmaker’s 2015 short entitled “Nasty.”  The story, set in the 1980’s at the height of violent and gory VHS movies known as video nasties, is co-written by fellow “Nasty” writer Anthony Fletcher and is produced by the London based, female operated and story-driven Silver Salt Films as the company’s first feature credit and is financially supported by the Film4, Ffilm Cymru Wales, and BFI.

If not for Irish actress Niamh Algar in an virtuous cyclone encompassing lead of Enid, a stern censor agent, the dismal atmospherics whirling around Enid’s processing of possible new evidence in her sister’s vanishing wouldn’t be as timorously potent.  The “From the Dark” and “Raised by Wolves” actress embodies a strong stoic stance of not only a censor with a target on her back every time the public blames her for ill-fated news involving the extreme films she approves, but also as a woman in the workplace who is subjected to subtle objectifying by male coworkers, in which some are more privately outspoken than others, and male film producers with a diminutive eyesight of her professional demeanor by making unwanted advances in lieu offering their support to make their films depicting rape and murder of usually female victims more approachable and marketable to the censor board.  Algar perfectly poises Enid in her ticks, the abrasive fidgeting of her nails against each other or the slight rolling back of her shoulders that makes an awful, unnatural cracking sound, sharpen Enid’s complexion.  Even Enid’s hard gulping is felt in unison of the tension of a woman on a verge of sudden collapse.  Clearly the film’s one and only frontrunner as we dine off Enid’s sole perspective, Algar runs off with “Censor’s” gloomy tone by her performance of unwavering convictions blended with throbbing agitation in her character’s repressed explosion trajectory.  Supporting players do their part living in Enid’s unique vision with Sophia La Porta, Adrian Schiller, Clare Homan (“Afraid of the Dark”), Andrew Havill, Guillaume Delaunay (“Victor Frankenstein”), Richard Glover, Clare Perkins, Danny Lee Wyner, Vince Franklin, Nicholas Burns, and Michael Smiley (“The Nun”) as a topnotch sleazy extreme film producer rounding out the cast.

Performances all around are stellar and the idea is sound as I can see a video nasty censor of the 1980’s fall victim to the job because of an unclear and checkered past, but problems with pacing jet Enid from composed posture to immediate wreck in a blink of an eye without much of a fundamental development for unravelling being greatly depicted other than the jarring movie that sends her spiraling for answers.  This doesn’t hurt “Censor’s” main theme of the inconclusions of what really drives the murderous animalistic qualities in all of us regarding nature versus nurture.  The longstanding idea that video nasties promote influential violence and sordid behaviors has been the talk of controversy for decades and science, at least none of that I’ve read, hasn’t 100% proven that extreme films dictates the mind’s will other than those impressionable in the sponge-like children.  Bailey-Bond decides not take a stance in declaring a clear cut opinion, merging both assumptions together in a mesh of madness still leaving the theorists spinning their notions and evangelical nuts spewing their anti-liberal arts sermons.  What really sells “Censor” for me personally is the tell all climatic finale of Enid’s disturbing outcome in a warped contraview, flipping back and forth through the static of the back button during the times of higher numeral, unsubscribed pay-per-view channels where glimpses of picture pop into the frame for a split second.

“Censor” is nowhere near what’s consider a video nasty, but the Prano Bailey-Bond psychological thriller still has the grip of an inexorable depth for what’s to come, for violence, far from hitting the cutting room floor as the film heads to theaters June 11th and on demand one week later June 18th from Magnet Releasing. Shot in two aspect ratios, more so in a widescreen 2.39:1 aspect ratio than in the pillarbox 1:33:1 to reflect the video nasty format in the time period, Bailey-Bond and director of photography, Annika Summerson, continue to stay as true as possible to the Golden Age of 80’s horror by shooting in 35mm in a handful of various style to blend Enid’s reality with the fiction of lurid dreams and the daily grind of workplace hazards (which, to me, watching horror movies all day long sounds like a dream job! The censoring part, no so much). Runtime clocks in at 84 minutes with no wiggle room for bonus scenes during or after the credits. The Brits have always had a hell of a go with film censorship, weaponizing and vilifying for political gain, as films become the lamb for the slaughter for public outcry against social-economical woes, even arts bedeviled by the harsh censors of it’s own country, and “Censor” aims to be the carrier wave of that historical downspout of misguided judgement while also shredded the thin moral fabric of one woman’s reality into tiny bits of off the rocker guilt.