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‘Every Heavy Thing’ Is A Manic Murder Mystery Masterpiece [BHFF Review]

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Every Heavy Thing Review

Mickey Reece creates a one-of-a-kind dream-like descent into danger, death, and delirium that’s as unbelievable as it is unpredictable.

“Every heavy thing falls away.”

It’s become such a rarity for a movie to genuinely, truly surprise its audience. Cinemagoers can sometimes cynically feel as if they’ve seen everything, only for a film like Mickey Reece’s Every Heavy Thing to prove quite the contrary. You have no idea where this movie is going, and it’s glorious.

Every Heavy Thing is the type of film that picks up a hammer, prepares to swing it, but then kicks you instead. It’s always smart to expect the unexpected in a film by Mickey Reece (Agnes, Climate of the Hunter, Country Gold), but Every Heavy Thing is really something special that plays by its own rules and resists conventional categorization. A sweeping crime saga unspools, yet this story is full of such jarring, abrupt turns that radically throw Every Heavy Thing off balance and threaten to topple this spectacle, only for it to build greater momentum. Every Heavy Thing is a hardboiled murder mystery. It’s a slacker hangout comedy. It’s Dadaist filmmaking that’s a sweeping indictment against gentrification. And it’s so much more. 

It cannot be stressed enough that Every Heavy Thing is akin to entering an absurdist parallel universe that’s familiar but just distorted enough to feel surreal. Reece expertly crafts such a lived-in universe that’s infinitely odd, but incredibly natural. Every Heavy Thing is like Thomas Pynchon by way of Tim & Eric or Max Headroom doing Brian De Palma. It shouldn’t work, and yet it commits to the bit and never lacks conviction in its lunacy.

Joe (Josh Fadem), an ordinary, listless ad salesman for a local periodical, witnesses a murder and reluctantly gets pulled into this criminal conspiracy. The darkness that Joe has witnessed slowly infects his life. Every Heavy Thing oscillates between extremes, while Joe gets eaten up as he struggles to reconcile all this. A bad situation becomes worse when this murder points to an even bigger epidemic that’s been plaguing the community. Joe’s ratcheting paranoia is played against his comfortable relationship with Lux (Tipper Newton). What was once a source of safety and stability for Joe becomes another cause for concern. Fadem excels in this role, but his chemistry with Newton is just so natural. They’re a delight to watch, even when nothing is happening with them. There’s a blasé brilliance to the slice of life simplicity that Joe and Lux represent.

Alternatively, William Shaffer (James Urbaniak) threatens to dismantle this happiness and tear through Joe’s life. Urbaniak is terrifying as this sadistic, murderous mastermind who is coded like the type of hyperbolized villains that populate David Lynch films. The entire cast is so electric and locked in. Every character is such a perfect little freak. Every Heavy Thing is tense and taut, but it’s also so effortlessly funny. It will have you laughing out loud between the moments of abject terror.

So much of Every Heavy Thing’s personality comes from the film’s retro vibes that feel lost in time. Nicholas Poss’ fantastic synth score beautifully amplifies the film’s unique world. A chaotic editing style stitches this saga together like a VHS that’s started to melt while it’s transferring its video. Striking lo-fi transitions and dream sequences that are truly original and unlike anything else you’ll see all year. Every Heavy Thing is unquestionably one of 2025’s most unique films. It’s so distinctly Reece’s unique vision and such a burst of passion that would be impossible to replicate. So many memorable sequences are bewildering descents into analog glitches and “datamosh” mayhem that makes it feel like your brain has been hacked and is malfunctioning. It’s an endlessly powerful effect. Reece showcases more of his range during a fantastic Alfred Hitchcock/De Palma pastiche where Every Heavy Thing’s b-movie bliss blossoms into immaculately-staged giallo madness.

Mickey Reece’s Every Heavy Thing is such a weird, mysterious journey that demands to be seen and culminates in an incomparable experience. There’s substance beneath all this blinding ambition, style, and creativity. It’s easy to get caught up in the labyrinthine mystery that doesn’t just consume Joe but hardens him into the best version of himself when everything is said and done. Every Heavy Thing is a celebration of film’s versatility and the power of this medium. It’s an exciting stepping-stone in the career of one of the most exciting modern genre filmmakers.

Every Heavy Thing screened at the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival; release info TBD.

4.5 out of 5 skulls

 

 

Daniel Kurland is a freelance writer, comedian, and critic, whose work can be read on Splitsider, Bloody Disgusting, Den of Geek, ScreenRant, and across the Internet. Daniel knows that "Psycho II" is better than the original and that the last season of "The X-Files" doesn't deserve the bile that it conjures. If you want a drink thrown in your face, talk to him about "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part II," but he'll always happily talk about the "Puppet Master" franchise. The owls are not what they seem.

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‘The Last Temptation of Becky’ Review: Threequel Has A Blast Destroying Nazis [Fantasia 2026]

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Over the course of three films, Lulu Wilson’s Becky Hooper has emerged as the unlikeliest of action heroines. What kicked off as a surprisingly brutal thriller back in 2020’s Becky evolved into a full-blown franchise with 2023’s The Wrath of Becky. Now there’s a third and possibly final film with The Last Temptation of Becky.

The latest entry hails from Jenn Wexler, the director of The Ranger and The Sacrifice Game, who co-writes the script with Matt Angel from a story by Angel and Suzanne Coote (The Wrath of Becky). Temptation opens on a now-adult Becky on her latest mission with the CIA. The caper is a complete failure, ending unsurprisingly in extremely bloody fashion.

In a post-mission debrief, CIA director Baker (Fiona Marr) explains to the young agent that she’s too much of a loose cannon, but as flashbacks to her psych evaluations and select events from the first film confirm, Becky has never truly recovered from the murder of her father by white supremacists.

It makes sense, then, that this outing brings Nazis back to the forefront as a kind of full circle moment. Becky’s new adversary is General Wilhelm Reuss (Neil Patrick Harris), a devout member of the Reich who believes so strongly in the cause that he recently moved his family, along with enforcer Russell and Dr Friedrich Metzger (James Urbaniak), to the Wolf’s Lair in Poland.

Turns out that despite the passage of several in-universe years between films, Becky still hasn’t learned how to play well with others or follow the rules, despite the guiding touch of handler Montana (Kate Siegel, Hush) and the model set by fellow agent Rigby (Brandon Flynn, Hellraiser). When Becky is given one final opportunity to prove her worth to the CIA, it sets up a collision course between her and Reuss that is guaranteed to be an all-out bloodbath.

The series continues to get good mileage casting against-type for its villains, although it should be noted that NPH doesn’t get as much to do as either the first film’s Kevin James or the sequel’s Sean William Scott. That’s because, in part, Reuss’s family comes as an evil package. Introduced in a great comedic scene when Becky checks in – all smiles – to the family’s Nazi motel, mother Helga (Catherine Walker), daughter Luisa (Aiofe Hughes), and son Otto (Noah Leggott) are as much of a threat as the patriarch.

Of course, the main selling feature of the film is Becky, and Wilson continues to have a blast bringing the prickly, quippy, and trigger-happy character to life. Wilson remains an absolute delight, from her delicious voiceover (Missionfind out what these fuckers are up to: commence) to her dinner table banter with the Reuss family (Where do you heil from?she asks them). Three films in, there’s no fear that Becky could actually die, but the film isn’t afraid to put its characters through the wringer – Becky sports a broken nose for most of the film’s last act – and there are, naturally, some extremely cathartic Nazi casualties.

While there’s a disappointing lack of rocket launchers in this entry, by employing the tropes of the spy movie, The Last Temptation of Becky does get to have its James Bond/Q moment when Montana walks her pint-sized agent through a litany of Chekhov’s items that are inevitably used to destroy Nazis later. Ditto Becky’s newfound interest in fencing with Rigby, which serves her well when she goes up against Luisa in a duel. This sequence also includes the best exchange of the film, when Becky enquires where the girl went to Hitler Youth Camp and Luisa replies:Mississippi.”

The Nazis are rightfully portrayed as a legitimate threat and, simultaneously, the subject of complete mockery. The brownies – armed guards who do the dirty work of patrolling the woods and escorting prisoners – are comprised of men who explain they’re just following orders or they aremedia and Performing Arts majors from Ohio State. They’re idiots who are the brunt of multiple jokes and insults throughout the film, including Becky’s immediately iconic jacket emblazoned withFuck Nazison the back.

Then there’s the hilarious reveal of Reuss and Dr. Metzger’s master plan, which is simultaneously pathetic and hilariously short-lived…because even The Last Temptation of Becky understands that the only logical response to Nazis making a literal comeback in 2026 is to barf on them, punch them in the face, or blow them up. Preferably all of the above.

If there’s a misstep, it’s the film’s uneasy mix of practical FX and CGI. An early death involving a drone and a landmine would be much more compelling if the accompanying explosion and fire were real, and a decapitation winds up looking cheap because of the digital blood. Compare this to another death later when someone bleeds from every facial orifice: it’s clearly practical and, as a result, looks great.

There are a few other instances of violence that miss the mark. A potentially brutal knife in the mouth is partially obscured; some of the hand-to-hand combat in the last act doesn’t hit terribly hard. But overall, it’s impossible not to cheer on Becky as she fucks Nazis up at every opportunity.

If that’s what your heart desires, then The Last Temptation of Becky will be right up your alley. Here’s hoping that, despite the possible implications teased by the title, Lulu Wilson decides to return to the role every three years (or less!) for a new Becky film.

The Last Temptation of Becky made its world premiere at the 2026 Fantasia International Film Festival. Release info TBD.

3.5 out of 5

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