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‘The Testaments’ Doesn’t Need Torture Porn To Make You Squirm
When “Offred,” the first episode of The Handmaid’s Tale, begins, the audience is immediately thrown into adrenaline-pumping action as June (Elisabeth Moss) runs for her life and her family faces irrevocable fracture. It’s a terrifying starting point that conditions the viewer for an uncomfortable ride ahead.
Alternatively, “Precious Flowers,” The Testaments’ first episode, begins with orderly visuals of an elaborate dollhouse amidst greater opulence. There’s a sense of order, control, acceptance – and even pride – that’s present here that’s completely absent in the introduction to The Handmaid’s Tale’s world. The Testaments begins a little more than four years after The Handmaid’s Tale’s final episode, yet it’s initially difficult to recognize that they’re even a part of the same universe due to the extreme tonal shift at hand.
It was a little less than a decade ago when The Handmaid’s Tale first premiered in 2017, yet there is a shocking degree of parallels between 2017 and 2026. Horror, however, was in a different place, and there was a greater appetite for vicious films like Jigsaw, Gerald’s Game, Downrange, and Victor Crowley. The world has become much more desensitized to carnage and bloodshed, as if it’s just an everyday nuisance that needs to be compartmentalized. Accordingly, The Testaments’ world isn’t any less horrendous than what was on display in The Handmaid’s Tale. It’s just become commodified to such an extent that it no longer even reads as trauma. It’s Stockholm Syndrome to the nth degree.
The Handmaid’s Tale was such a splash of cold water to the face that got the audience’s attention because of its rampant sexual assault, twisted and torturous body horror, genital mutilation, and an oppressive government that makes Escape from New York’s political cabinet look rational. It presents a hellish world where its horrors don’t even have to hide in plain sight because there’s nothing to hide from.
The Handsmaid’s Tale‘s YA-sequel unlocks an insidious dollhouse of horror

Curiously, The Testaments reads as a YA-coded subversion of The Handmaid’s Tale’s norm, and in many ways it is. It also tells a story that’s even more insidious than its predecessor by normalizing and sugar-coating these horrors through a younger point of view. The Testaments presents its “opportunities” as aspirational inevitabilities that its younger cast of characters has been born into. Many of them have never even known an alternative way of life, whereas The Handmaid’s Tale is all about the anguish of that schism and how to return to the status quo. Gilead is the status quo in The Testaments.
The Testaments is a coming-of-age drama that follows a new generation of women in Gilead, led by Agnes (Chase Infiniti) and Daisy (Lucy Halliday), two residents with very different backgrounds who share an unexpected connection. Agnes and Daisy make their way through an elite prep school that’s designed to prime them for their obedient futures as wives. It’s fascinating to see Handmaid’s Tale’s aggressive nihilism receive a tie-dyed YA makeover that even plays into the burgeoning “micro-drama” space.
It’s a smart angle that rejuvenates The Handmaid’s Tale’s brand, which was admittedly flailing after six seasons. The Testaments draws in a completely new audience, while it still does enough to appeal to the original Handmaid’s Tale crowd. The same breed of relationship drama still exists, yet it’s impossibly more corrupted in The Testaments. These arranged marriages and prescribed fealty are something that Gilead’s youth are fighting rather than rebelling against. It’s their idea of a love story. The Testaments often feels more like a Freeform teen drama than a Hulu prestige piece. Even the series’ omnipresent voiceover echoes June’s use of this device in The Handmaid’s Tale, yet it’s turned into egregious, unnecessary narration that evokes the egregious internal monologues found in young-adult fare.
It’s no coincidence that The Testaments repeatedly turns to its introductory dollhouse imagery. It’s a convenient metaphor that displays the conditional happiness and oppressive roles that pull the strings in Gilead. Agnes and Daisy are drowning in a sea of poison, yet The Testaments deceives its victims through overpowering imagery of beautiful pastries, pastel desserts, and ornate tea parties. There’s even a “prom episode” that adds a Bridgerton quality to this horrifying story and pretends that it’s a fairy tale. At one point, a character remarks, “Gilead was so beautiful I could sometimes forget where I was.” The characters focus on dance steps, pomp and circumstance, and fancy pageantry that masks the abuse. It’s an Instagram filter of normalcy over subjugation and ignorance.
The Testaments‘ hidden mask of cruelty cuts deeper

Even the episode titles in The Testaments reflect a sanitized and repressed nature that focuses on beautiful lies and artifice, rather than the truth. Episodes have titles like “Precious Flowers,” “Perfect Teeth,” and “Green Tea,” which all hide the true horrors that lurk beneath these ideas and what they really represent. Alternatively, The Handmaid’s Tale would have episodes with titles like “Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum,” “Unwomen,” and “Jezebels.” The girls in The Testaments are so oblivious to life’s true dangers that Agnes has her own Little Mermaid moment in which she misinterprets a crude crack pipe for something beautiful.
The most chilling example of The Testaments’ indoctrinated delusion involves the young girls’ highly stylized and color-coded outfits that delineate their various stages and roles. It’s treated like a fun outfit to coordinate and accessorize with as yet another aspect of this carefully coordinated lifestyle. It’s a disturbing exercise that ostensibly turns all these girls into targets, and yet it’s treated like haute couture. The whole “Plum” concept that labels girls who have yet to have their periods is so simple, yet one of the most vile things that the franchise has ever done. This disgusting idea is normalized in such a chilling manner. It turns a twisted tool that’s used to mark young, vulnerable women into a fashion statement.
Girls are literally crying because they haven’t had their periods, and they want to be paired off with Commanders who are twice their age. It’s presented as a privilege that’s reinforced through a reprehensible cult mentality to characters who are too young to know any better. The whole Plum ritual is aspirational, and those who buck this trend are destined to become outcasts. The horror that’s so expertly weaponized in The Testaments is more akin to The Stepford Wives, Subservience, or even Village of the Damned and Dogtooth, rather than a more blunt and brutal examination of gender and status, like in Hostel, Society, or Revenge.
The Testaments has even created an ecosystem where women from outside of Gilead are targeted by “Pearl Girls” and drawn into a world where “women still have value.” They co-opt and twist this subjugated sex slave narrative into a world where women are valued, cared for, and given a clear purpose. It’s The Testaments’ version of embracing a “trad wife” lifestyle, albeit with a lot more carnage and cruelty. Funnily enough, the one Testaments episode that ditches its stylized sanitation is a flashback entry that’s set pre-Handmaid’s Tale. It’s also the season’s most gratuitous and brutal episode. It’s outwardly terrifying, and the episode that feels the most like a traditional horror movie.
Gilead’s dystopian system still inspires violence

The Testaments masquerades many of its horrors, but the series isn’t completely devoid of violence. There’s a toxic version of girl power that’s exploited throughout the series and channeled into a fiery fury towards men. To be clear, Gilead’s system is still deeply broken. The Testaments is just very particular about how its most overt punishments are done to men, rather than building terror from their freedom to abuse women. This is not a world where violence is erased. It’s just powerfully focused to elicit a very specific response. This illusion of control and agency creates even greater horrors that are interwoven into these young girls’ identities.
The sheer jubilation that Gilead’s youth experience during a man’s dismemberment speaks to the bloodthirsty and rabid tendencies that are bubbling under the surface of these seemingly “proper women.” They’re living embodiments of Gilead’s toxic veneer of compliance. There’s a level of reverence and awe in these girls’ reactions that’s comparable to the Sawyer family watching a butchering session in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Both are governed by self-imposed norms that argue for a simpler, more honest existence.
It’s fascinating to see both The Testaments and Emerald Fennel’s Wuthering Heights wrestle with the same themes of conditioned normalcy and women’s relationship and curiosity with pain, violence, and death. Surprisingly, The Testaments seems to have more to say on this front as Agnes and Daisy head further down Gilead’s rabbit hole. Daisy has some frame of reference for why all this isn’t normal. Agnes faces a much more challenging struggle ahead that involves liberation from Gilead, but also a complete reeducation on how to exist.
Agnes’ psychological scars run much deeper than any mutilation wound from The Handmaid’s Tale. She’s so busy getting excited over marriage and celebrating puberty that she doesn’t even know that she’s trapped in a horror movie. Playing with dolls may be more pleasant than kicking and screaming through the woods, but the results can be so much worse.
The Testaments’ first three episodes are available on Disney+ and Hulu, with new episodes releasing weekly.

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‘Bloodlust: Subspecies III’ Remains One of Full Moon’s Greatest Achievements
The problem with filming sequels back-to-back is that, unless you can afford expensive reshoots, there’s no easy way to adjust course in between movies if fans react badly to where the story is headed. That’s why it’s important to have a complete narrative thought out well in advance lest you accidentally kill a budding franchise.
However, this isn’t always the case. Every once in a while, it seems like the cinema gods smile upon certain chaotic productions and gift moviegoers with complete franchises that feel like more than the sum of their hastily produced parts. Ted Nicolaou’s Bloodlust: Subspecies III is precisely one of these miraculous pictures, with the raw talents of the artists involved (as well as the continued support from Romania) turning the feature into an effective conclusion for a series that kind of made things up as the filmmakers went along.
That’s why I’d like to invite my fellow readers to join me on this third part of our journey through the Subspecies franchise as we look into Bloodlust and talk about how it remains a surprisingly satisfying finale to the original trilogy.
A Trilogy Planned on the Fly

Released only a year after Bloodstone found plenty of success in rental stores and mail-in VHS catalogues worldwide, 1994’s Bloodlust was produced at the same time as its predecessor in (mostly) the same locations and with the same team. This means that the movie benefited from all the same upgrades as Bloodstone, with the crew now being more experienced with the ins and outs of surviving a low-budget Romanian production and the cast really settling into their characters.
At this point, everything from location scouting to the makeup process had been streamlined, with Wayne Toth and Norman Cabrera, the main duo behind special effects, even switching out time-consuming prosthetics for latex gloves in order to speed up Anders Hove’s monstrous transformation. The titular “subspecies” demons were also once again relegated to a mere cameo appearance due to the laborious puppetry required to bring them to life.
The only real hiccup came from the fact that actress Denice Duff had replaced the first film’s Michelle (Laura Mae Tate) and was immediately expected to portray the character as both an innocent victim in part II and as a secondary villain in part III. According to behind-the-scenes interviews, the hectic production schedule that blended two different movies meant that Duff would often find herself having to alternate between two incredibly different versions of Michelle during the same shooting day – though it’s obvious that she’s having more fun with Bloodlust’s more traditionally vampiric version of her character.
In the finished film, we pick things up immediately where the previous entry left off as Rebecca (Melanie Shatner) is forced to leave her vampire sister Michelle (Duff) behind in the dungeons of Castle Vladislav due to the rising sun. This allows Mummy (Pamela Gordon) to use Michelle’s blood to revive the vicious Radu (Hove) so that he may continue his quest for the coveted Bloodstone – a magical artifact that perpetually drips the Blood of Saints.
Meanwhile, the dreamy US embassy agent Mel (Kevin Blair) agrees to help Rebecca plan a rescue mission, though they’re unaware that Radu has become infatuated with Michelle during his attempts to guide her growing bloodlust. This all culminates in a climactic confrontation meant to tie up all of the series’ loose ends in one of Full Moon Pictures’ most ambitious productions.
The Evolution of Radu

Like its predecessor, Bloodlust: Subspecies III was also warmly received by fans who argued that the series was an even bigger success than Full Moon’s other major horror franchise, Puppet Master. This praise wasn’t unanimous, however, as 1994 had seen the rise of a more modern breed of sexy vampire popularized by Anne Rice, with old-school Nosferatu like Radu being viewed as obsolete when compared to the likes of Lestat and Gary Oldman’s take on Dracula.
In a way, one might argue that Nicolaou’s film is something of a swan song for the classic vampire story, as Bloodlust combines all of the traditional elements we tend to associate with these tales into a single tragic yarn that ties a neat little bow on Radu’s story as well as the old-fashioned monster movies that he represents. The finale remains shocking despite the fact that this is the third time we see Radu get brutally killed onscreen, with the brief tease that he may one day return feeling more like a nod towards the nature of evil rather than sequel bait.
The film dabbles a bit in gothic romance and even explores the inherent power fantasy behind transforming into an immortal creature of the night, but the filmmakers never lose sight of Radu as a demonic force even when he’s willing to betray his beloved Mummy for Michelle’s sake. In fact, his twisted “love” for his fledgling makes him even creepier as we get the feeling that his passion comes from a dark and disturbing place.
Anders Hove is at his absolute best in this film, with the effects department boosting his moments of what the younger generation would call “aura farming” whenever Radu emerges from shadows like a 90s version of Count Orlok. There are even a couple of surprisingly effective jump-scares here, which is why I’d argue that Bloodlust cements Radu as one of the most memorable cinematic vampires of all time despite his humble origins.
Subspecies Saves Its Best For Last

Nicolaou and Vlad Panescu also saved the best for “last” (more on that in a bit) regarding the film’s visuals, with the cinematography and overall atmosphere of Bloodlust absolutely surpassing what we saw in the previous films. Everything feels appropriately climactic this time around (including the wonderful soundtrack that was co-composed alongside an authentic Romanian orchestra), and I appreciate how this is the fastest-paced entry in the trilogy since the film doesn’t need to waste time setting anything up.
Bloodlust still suffers from some of the same low-budget blemishes as its predecessors, but there’s so much creative passion here that no amount of wonky effects work or stilted dialogue can get in the way of appreciating the flick’s gothic grandeur. That’s why it’s not surprising that the movie’s definitive(-ish) ending would later be retconned as fans begged for more Radu.
Of course, the next entry in this series would be a different kind of vampiric endeavor altogether, with the filmmakers attempting to engage with the same trends that ultimately killed Radu and his antiquated kin. That, however, is a story for another time. For now, I’ll merely insist that Bloodlust: Subspecies III remains a highlight of Full Moon’s expansive catalogue and is definitely worth seeking out today.
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