Studio: Neon
Director: Michael Mohan
Writer: Andrew Lobel
Producer: David Bernad, Sydney Sweeney, Jonathan Davino, Teddy Schwarzman, Michael Heimler
Stars: Sydney Sweeney, Alvaro Morte, Dora Romano, Benedetta Porcaroli, Giorgio Colangeli, Simona Tabasco, Giulia Heathfield Di Renzi, Giampiero Judica
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Summary:
A novice American nun travels to an Italian convent where an unexpected pregnancy begins to expose shocking secrets.
Review:
A fun fact about me I'm not sure I've shared before: My mom was a nun. Obviously, this was before she became married with children, but she was a nun at one point in her life nonetheless. And let me tell you, there ain't nothing like being a kid and happening upon a photo featuring your young mother wearing a habit with her hands clasped to burn a WTF image your mind's eye can never unsee.
Just as obviously, my mom's first career choice goes a long way toward explaining how I ended up being raised Catholic. She might have stopped being a nun, but that didn't stop her from passing on her belief in Jesus to her kids. We weren't devout Christians who said prayers over meals or read the Bible together or anything like that. But I did go to church every weekend, attended Catholic school up through grade 12, and even spent several years as an altar boy, too.
Like a lot of Catholics who added "lapsed" in front of that word, my interests gradually pulled me in directions where outdated dogma served no practical purpose in my modern adult world. It seemed to me I could live a benevolent life without being blindly devoted to imaginary entities, historical fiction, or any organized religion whose history is problematic, to put it mildly. Personal experiences ultimately took me to a position where instead of being fearful of things like demonic possession, antichrist apocalypses, and eternal damnation, I saw those subjects as flights of fancy. That's why I cackle when horror movies illustrate the dark humor in such concepts, all while performative outrage specialists shout about supposed sacrilege.
To be clear, I don't advocate for reckless disrespect just because I no longer hold spiritual beliefs. I'm saying I can find the wicked fun in films like "Immaculate" because I once held those beliefs. Put another way, I don't take perverse pleasure in condescending irreverence toward Catholicism. I just see religious extremes as senseless rather than sacred, so I'm amused when clever subversiveness reminds audiences to not take anything so seriously that it can't be spoofed or skewered by something as innocuous as a Friday night fright film.
While I'm itemizing grains of salt you can take with my review, I might as well mention I'm friends with "Immaculate" screenwriter Andrew Lobel, as we regularly play together on the same horror trivia team. It's possible our connection bumped up my review score a bit, though I wouldn't be so sure. I am sure that if I didn't enjoy "Immaculate" or if I had something snarky to say about the script, I simply wouldn't have written anything at all. At any rate, let all of the information above calibrate my potential biases however you see fit.
"Immaculate" contains a lot of the usual suspects for "nunsploitation" horror. Mother Superior goes without saying, although the hierarchy at Our Lady of Sorrows actually puts her rung lower on the authority ladder than one might expect. Men like Father Tedeschi and Cardinal Merola really run the show at this Italian convent, which is where Sydney Sweeney's novice American nun Sister Cecilia travels to take her vows.
Shortly after her arrival, Cecilia meets Sister Isabelle. She's the requisite stern nun. Her hair pulled back so tight her eyebrows sit in the center of her forehead, Isabelle's perfect posture keeps her straight as stick, with tightened elbows tucking her arms at her sides.
Sister Gwen complements Sister Isabelle. Gwen is the requisite fun nun. Cecilia meets her while sitting on a toilet. A reformed prostitute who cares nothing for formalities, Gwen simply barges into the bathroom, plops down on the windowsill, and smokes a cigarette while nonchalantly introducing herself.
What's different about "Immaculate's" initially familiar cast of characters and setting is Our Lady of Sorrows isn't an ordinary convent. It's also a convalescent home where elderly nuns receive hospice care in their final days. This makes it so that when weird nuns start doing weird things, which they inevitably do in these films, you can't quite be sure what's possibly demonic and what's possibly dementia. So now we're set up for a few swerves, and "Immaculate" makes the most out of the little twists it pinches to tweak the "nun horror" formula.
"Immaculate" clicks along at a comfortable pace as it rolls out expected beats. It shouldn't be too much of a spoiler to reveal someone ends up inexplicably pregnant. I'll pretend it's a mystery, but I'm sure you know who. Once again though, there's a little wrinkle included to suggest this isn't your usual "secret cult birthing the devil" scenario. Something else comes into play to make you question possibilities you wouldn't usually consider if this pregnancy is seen all the way through.
By the time Sydney Sweeney delivers an expertly timed expletive following a brutal bludgeoning death, "Immaculate" makes it abundantly clear that it's going to keep going gonzo throughout its relentless last reel. Similar to how holiday horror films fashion creative kills out of Christmas lights, candy canes, and glittery decorations, "Immaculate" takes each piece of religious iconography anyone can think of and devises a devious way to make a murder out of it. Add in another element that's the equivalent of an Atomic Era mad scientist with a secret laboratory and you can't help but applaud "Immaculate" for being fearlessly brash, purely for the benefit of midnight movie mayhem.
Those who take offense at the context, which involves a lot of Catholic carnage that'll be difficult for some to stomach, or at the subtext, which is unsubtle commentary about women forced into unwanted pregnancies in a post-Roe political climate, need not apply. But those who wait it out to get to a good old-fashioned gorefest washed with occult undertones should agree "Immaculate's" fat-free 80 minutes hits the Goldilocks sweet spot for a satisfying serving of twisted entertainment.
Review Score: 75
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