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‘Frankie Freako’ Is a Fun Ode to ’90s Puppet Mayhem Movies [Fantasia Review]

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In Steven Kostanski’s latest film, the worst thing that someone can call Conor (Conor Sweeney) is square. 

The ’90s-set comedy horror movie revolves around an uptight married businessman whose idea of intimacy is holding *a* hand in bed and using a different color font in a work presentation. He’s married to Kristina (Kristy Wordsworth), a smoking hot blonde who clearly yearns for something more physical, and he works at a nondescript office delivering reports on sector subdivisions. 

He doesn’t drink. 

He doesn’t swear. 

He watches a show called Antique Connoisseurs

So yes, Conor is absolutely a dullard.

Everything changes when Kristina goes away on a weekend work trip and Conor’s opportunistic boss, Mr Beagler (Adam Brooks), asks him to come in so he’ll be caught on camera shredding incriminating embezzling documents. But before Conor goes down for a white collar crime, he’s triggered by the phrase “what are you: square?” on a recurring TV commercial for a hotline service called Frankie Freako. When he hears those words uttered by a hard-partying gremlin-like creature in shades (voiced by Matthew Kennedy), Conor calls the 1-900 number, agrees to the terms to party, and all hell is unleashed.

Frankie Freako

Kostanski is beloved by genre fans for his love of puppets and practical FX and make-up, both of which were readily on display in his last film, Psycho Goreman (2020). In a way, Frankie Freako feels like a slightly more child-like companion piece to PG, complete with a slight narrative and Kostanski’s proclivity for physical comedy, sight gags, and irreverent humor. 

When Conor agrees to party with Frankie Freako near the end of the first act, cinematographer Pierce Derks pushes the camera in on Conor’s mouth and the action immediately jumps to the aftermath of a debaucherous evening. Conor wakes up, sweaty and dressed only in a tank top and boxers, to discover that his entire house is destroyed and he’s being terrorized by Frankie and his two partners in crime, Dottie Dunko (voiced by Meredith Sweeney) and Boink Bardo (voice by Brooks).

The creature work on the three Freakos is amusingly lo-fi and practical and it’s obvious that the film is heavily indebted to late ’80s/early ’90s titles like Puppet Masters, Ghoulies, and Gremlins. The Freakos are clearly hand-operated; they move like dolls, and they have eyes and mouths that move in slightly uncanny fashion (think: budget Chucky). Each of the three have distinct characteristics, such as Dottie’s gunslinger outfit and drawl, Frankie’s 90s-era rapper shades and gold necklace, and Bardo’s steampunk eye-glass and tendency to speak only in “shaba-doo”s.  

Conor (Conor Sweeney) is electrified by his phone

Sweeney’s performance is appropriately histrionic for the “straight man” role, while the Freakos are provided with a backstory that broadens the scope of the world in the last act and renders them more than pint-sized antagonists. Brooks, meanwhile, is playing a variant of his Psycho Goreman character – the somewhat lovable doofus – and he’s dealt the wackiest fate of any character in the film.

The film is essentially an ode to learning to relax and be less uptight, with Conor representing yuppy work culture and the Freakos representing the repressed id required to achieve a balanced life. It won’t surprise anyone to learn that, by film’s end, Conor learns to chill out, to recognize the value of his relationship with Kristina, and to let go of traditional (material) notions of success and happiness.

It’s the little jokes, odd visual moments, and unexpected narrative beats that help the film overcome a fairly conventional plot. For some reason, the cola the Freakos love to drink is a bright green can of ‘Fart.’ Frankie turns into a full blown demon that spits fire when confronted with a cross. There’s an odd recurring gag where the real villain – ie: the Freako that our three freakos are actually on the run from – is romantically attracted to Conor, and at one point dresses him in eggplant purple tights and a V-harness top. There’s even a stop-motion sequence that evokes the mine cart chase from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Like PG, Frankie Freako channels a chaotic energy that makes for a breezy, easy to watch 80-minute film. It’s delightful, it’s silly, and it’s often extremely entertaining. If you yearn for a fun retro throwback to the era of Boglins, pay-per-minute infomercials, and beige yuppie suburban households, this is the film for you.

4 out of 5 skulls
Frankie Freako had its world premiere at the Fantasia International Film Festival.

Joe is a TV addict with a background in Film Studies. He co-created TV/Film Fest blog QueerHorrorMovies and writes for Bloody Disgusting, Anatomy of a Scream, That Shelf, The Spool and Grim Magazine. He enjoys graphic novels, dark beer and plays multiple sports (adequately, never exceptionally). While he loves all horror, if given a choice, Joe always opts for slashers and creature features.

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‘Hungry’ Review – Finally, a Film Brave Enough to Call Out Hippos for the Monsters They Truly Are

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Hungry Review

When it comes to the animal attack subgenre of horror, there’s a hierarchy of sorts with the wildlife in question. Killer shark movies are easily the most ubiquitous, while alligators/crocodiles, dogs, bears, and snakes probably lead the rest of the pack.

It’s often worth paying attention, though, when a filmmaker targets a more atypical animal threat, including the likes of Jonathan King’s Black Sheep or Juan Piquer Simón’s Slugs. A new contender rumbles its way onto the screen this month, and while we all grew up thinking hippos are rotund cuties, the truth is far more frightening – this hippo is Hungry.

Sistine (Madison Davenport) and her best friend, Hannah (Olivia Bernstone), are enjoying a vacation in New Orleans, hoping to drown out their troubles back home. They sign up for an early morning bayou tour known for its alligator sightings and are joined by four other tourists and the boat’s skipper, Rodrigo (Michel Curiel). An uneventful trip sees Rodrigo take the group off the beaten path, but when an animal in the water capsizes their boat, the group finds themselves trapped in the swamp by something unexpected and deadly.

It’s a hippo. There’s a hippo in the bayou, and it’s not happy about all these pesky people.

From Joy Houck’s Creature from Black Lake to Walter Hill’s Southern Comfort to Adam Green’s Hatchet, the movies have warned us time and again not to go into the swampy bayous of Louisiana. Those cautionary tales are appreciated, though, as bigfoot, inbred hicks, and undead serial killers are a very real threat. But hippos? In the bayou? Well, that just seems silly.

And yet, Hungry plays its blubbery, big-toothed threat with deadly seriousness, and it’s all the better for it. “But Rob,” I can already hear some of you saying, “just yesterday you reviewed the new shark attack film, Chum, and said it suffered from taking itself too seriously. What gives?” For one thing, you’re misquoting me, but more importantly, the reference there was more of an observation on the animal attack subgenre successes as a whole. The “fun” ones tend to succeed more often than their more serious counterparts, but a dramatic and thrilling time can still be found with filmmakers who know what they’re doing.

Chum may be serious, but it’s also poorly written/performed, lacking in any degree of tension, devoid of personality, and so on. By contrast, Hungry lets its suspense build on the backs of engaging characters, good performances, and believable writing. Only one of its ensemble is obnoxious – a major feat for this kind of film – but even then, their motivations are both well-written and understandable.

The rest of the characters are people you’d be happy to see survive the night, and rather than looking forward to the next kill, director James Nunn and his cast leave us uncertain and nervous about who’s going to go belly up. The nervous business traveler wanting to get back to her kids? The family of three celebrating lost loved ones while on their vacation? Joaquim de Almeida’s Walker, an old hunter, is introduced saying, “The only cute hippo is a dead hippo,” so you pretty much know where he’ll end up.

To that end, the film teases out its hippo’s first appearance until well into the ninety-minute running time. We get ripples and splashes, but it’s only around the midway point that we get our first real look at the beast, and it looks fantastic. Nunn goes on to show the hippo in all its glory, and it’s a convincing antagonist brought to life through practical prosthetic effects and digital work. From the ear twitches to the beast’s giant maw opening wide with awe and malice, the hippo’s presence feels part of the action. There’s a tangible nature to it, something practical effects excel at while digital effects sometimes fail to convince of, and both succeed here with quality work from all involved.

While we get brief exteriors early on and some visually appealing drone shots, the bulk of the film unfolds on what looks to be a highly believable, set-dressed water tank (but could very well be an actual location, in which case, kudos to the team). It’s wholly convincing as a section of the bayou, complete with shoulder-high water and arching, twisting trees emerging into the sky. The film was shot in Malta, which is, coincidentally, where Chum was filmed as well.

Nunn, who also wrote Hungry, is now ten films deep into a fairly interesting career as a genre filmmaker. He’s made four movies with Scott Adkins, three of which are certified action bangers (with 2016’s Eliminators in particular being an underrated gem). He dipped a toe into the animal attack subgenre back in 2022 with the aforementioned Shark Bait, and it’s clear he learned some lessons from that endeavor, as its first hour is an engaging, attractively shot feature that sinks fast as soon as its poorly rendered shark becomes a lead character. Hungry improves on every aspect of that film, with its biggest step up being in regard to the effects.

If there’s an area or two where Hungry lacks bite, it’s in both its gore and its ending. There are numerous kills here, but the nature of the attacks and the choices made by Nunn mean none of them result in gory assaults or outcomes. We’re shown the torn apart corpse of an alligator early on, but most of the human kills see them attacked and dragged underwater, leaving nothing but a blood spill behind. Similarly, while the ending encounter satisfies, it still feels like it should have been a bigger confrontation. Neither of these aspects really hurt the film, but a bolstering of the gore and ending antics would have definitely upped the film’s ultimate entertainment value and rewatchability.

When all is said and done, Hungry is a genuinely solid animal attack film that succeeds in making its creature threat thrilling, entertaining, and, dare I say, educational? Title notwithstanding, the film acknowledges that hippos are vegetarians, meaning the five hundred or so people they kill every year – a true fact! – are slaughtered not out of hunger, but out of spite, self-defense, or a desire to play “land orca” while tossing around us fragile humans like we’re little more than seals in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Characters are grounded and engaging, the film moves well between suspense, character beats, and action, and the effects used to bring the hippo to life are highly effective and never feel like distractions. Drop those expectations of a Hungry Hungry Hippo romp, and settle in for a terrific little survival thriller about an angry, angry hippo instead.

Chomp chomp.

Hungry releases in select theaters today, June 3, before arriving on VOD on June 23, 2026.

3 skulls out of 5

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