Netflix says: Continually tormented as a youngster, childlike May (Angela Bettis) is a lonely and misunderstood veterinary assistant who longs for a human connection, though her sole confidant is a doll named Suzy in this rueful psychological horror. May attempts to befriend her lesbian co-worker (Anna Faris) and a handsome film student (Jeremy Sisto), but her extreme oddities ultimately push them away -- and turn deadly.
Matt says: An “Art of Cult” suggestion by Lorelei Beatrix.
“May” is a movie that I would’ve made when I was 13 years old. It’s dark humored, has a dash of symbolism, is somewhat predicable, and has some very disturbing themes. When I was 13, I used to retreat to my room, read Clive Barker books, watch twisted horror flicks, and write stories such as this. It seems that Lucky McKee probably did the same. Now, I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, just that in reading my stories as an adult, they come off as immature. “May” gave me that same feeling. That aside, it is creative, different, enjoyable, and very creepy. Bettis puts in a flawless performance as that one girl in school who everyone stayed away from (usually because she had a thing about eating dandruff or something) and Jeremy Sisto does as well of a job as her love interest. I love Anna Faris and was happy to see her as something besides a goofy moron. I enjoyed the dark humor and disturbing scenes, but it never sufficiently got me totally creeped out. “May” will appeal to young adults who may have missed out on 2am ‘80s horror-a-thons on Cinemax (the ending of “Sleepaway Camp” anybody?). For those of us a little more jaded, we can appreciate it for what it is, but it won’t offer anything new. 3 1/2 stars.
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