Editorials
CreepLA Succeeds at Creating a Disturbingly Fun Haunt!
A couple weeks ago, I received an invitation to the launch party for the second year of Creep LA, a haunt that like so many others claims to be a different experience than what I was already used to from its competitors. This year’s theme celebrates the art of Erebus Burwyck, an artist who disappeared in 1979, and the darkness inside.
I invited my friend Brian to be my guest and we headed over after work, arriving at 8:00PM for our 9:30PM calletime because the invitation read that the party was from 7:00-11:00PM. It turned out that we misinterpreted our invitation, but the staff was very accommodating and slotted us into an 8-person group at around 8:15 despite the event being packed. We were given cards that read “CHALK,” and we were lead inside by a man who looked like the bandit with the baby mask in The Purge 2.

After being screamed at by two business-women with dirt all over their face and clothes to sign an NDA (an effort which I appreciated because really, how do you make signing an NDA scary?) we were lead through a winding hallway to an art gallery of sorts, with a bar in the middle of the back wall, and a few spooky art pieces littered around the red-lit room. Something that I loved was the free photobooth. You could take a spooky black and white picture and it would send it straight to your phone over text message. There were men and women in 1940’s-era attire, all of it black and white, and they were sure to let us know that this was not just for the preview night, but part of the event.
Of course, since it was a preview night, all of the drinks were free. However, I confirmed that they will not be when Creep LA opens to the public.

After we got our drinks, we sat down at a table and started chatting. I felt a finger run up the back of my neck and turned around to see one of the actors in a tight black dress and black gloves that went all the way up her forearms. She sat down and introduced herself as Sabine, and asked us to tell her a secret. I told her I was nervous for what was in store and she disclosed that “If the darkness tries to take you, you should accept it.” An ominous and foreboding phrase we would hear multiple times from multiple actors while waiting in the gallery.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, she was telling us in so many words, that we would be separated from our group at some point, and that we shouldn’t resist. After signing the NDA when we walked in and reading reviews online from last year’s event, I assumed that this would happen already, so maybe in the future they can be less pointed about telling hauntees what they should expect.

My friend Brian got much more attention from the actors than I did. They played with his hair, made him slow dance with them and a guy and girl got unsettlingly close to kissing each other about two inches from his face.
About fifteen minutes after we entered the gallery, our group (CHALK) was called and we exited the building and entered a different warehouse with a creepy-looking guide in Harry Potter glasses. I appreciated this since between the maze and the actual bar, a lot of the first warehouse’s space was taken up and I was worried that the length of the actual haunt would be short.
I won’t spoil what happened once I was inside, but I will say that they went for disturbing over downright scary, relying on my anticipation of a scary moment more than jump scares. One of my favorite rooms was a hallway with a flashing blue strobe light at the end, with mirrors on the left and glass mannequins on the right. It was truly disorienting and I was put on edge waiting for someone to pop out and grab me.
The weakest room, in my opinion, has a girl in lingerie and a guy in a suit with no shirt performing a Sia music video-esque dance where they simulate sex, but in an artsy way. I didn’t really find it disturbing and it came off a bit cheesy. I think they were trying to make the guys feel guilty about watching that in front of their girlfriends, but it just didn’t land for me.
If you’re the type of person that can open your mind and take in bizarre experiences while suspending your disbelief just far enough to forget that you paid for it, I think Creep LA will satisfy you. It’s definitely a more high-concept fright than a dude dressed up as Leatherface waving a chainsaw in your face, and I think for the most part they achieved what they set out to accomplish. Regardless of it’s shortcomings, I think Creep LA is worth experiencing, and I’ll definitely be back next year to see what’s different.
Check out the official website for more info and to book your ticket to the show.
Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.
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