SELF-HELP (2025)

Studio:   Cineverse/Screambox
Director: Erik Bloomquist
Writer:   Erik Bloomquist, Carson Bloomquist
Producer: Erik Bloomquist, Carson Bloomquist
Stars:    Landry Bender, Madison Lintz, Amy Hargreaves, Jake Weber, Erik Bloomquist, Carol Cadby, Blaque Fowler, Adam Weppler

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Summary:

To reunite with her estranged mother, a college student with a haunted past infiltrates a self-help cult led by a manipulative man.


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“Self-Help” has a variable vibe that’s difficult to describe succinctly. Reductively summarizing the setup, the movie concerns a cult, yet even though there are indications of suspicious activities taking place, suggestive creeps are much tamer than the disturbing derangement of a Satanic coven or Manson Family feeling. The movie definitely isn’t a comedy either, but there are hints of humor included to coax out quick smirks here and there. Perhaps a more accurate way to put it would be to call “Self-Help” a lowkey thriller slowly burning a warm wick of horror within the soft wax of character-focused drama, faintly flickering its flame with a little laugh once in a while.

The audience sees most of the movie through the eyes of Olivia. She’s first met as a child enjoying a Halloween season birthday party at Billy Bob’s Wonderland, one of the last remaining Chuck E. Cheese imitators still standing in West Virginia. Festivities take an unexpected turn when Olivia’s drunk mother sneaks away for some under-the-skirt action with a clown-masked restaurant employee. A second turn is taken when Olivia inadvertently interrupts mom’s indiscretion with a shocking reaction that results in a secret she and her mother agree to keep between themselves.

Olivia inherits her mother’s proclivity for poor taste in partners, and questionable decisions, as she’s next seen years later hooking up with a guy who can’t even keep her name straight. To get the girl back on track, Olivia’s close friend Sophie convinces her to finally reunite with her mother, whom Olivia hasn’t visited or spoken to since starting college.

The hitch is, Olivia’s mother, who now goes by her middle name Rebecca, has taken up residence with Curtis Clark, aka “The Truth Ambassador,” leader of a self-help group that promises a path toward radical autonomy for his handful of emotionally distraught members. The initial setup for Curtis’s home-based operation certainly seems weird to Olivia and Sophie. Watching an animated introduction to their leader’s latest teaching, each cultist wears a Halloween mask indicative of their identities, like Pumpkin, Dog, and Sheep. It’s a strange sight to be sure, though Curtis’s secret agenda is to merely drain the bank accounts of his gullible guests, not drive them to commit heinous crimes or summon a dark demon.

The cult’s members are kooky, but not quite cartoony. Looking a lot like Kevin’s “Home Alone” neighbor, old man Andy boasts some of the deepest insecurities of the bunch. Guilt-ridden Owen hides a family history that’s almost as tragic as Olivia’s. Joanne needs self-help because her trauma manifests as self-harm. A tight-knit trio, “Self-Help” doesn’t have an overwhelming urge to spend too much time with these secondary characters, getting marginal mileage out of slim side stories that pass by in the blink of an eye.

The true emotional anchor involves the broken bond between Olivia and her estranged mother. Rebecca insists Curtis can show both of them how to be their best selves. Olivia contends Curtis is a conman who has tricked Rebecca into turning over her assets, and it’s only a matter of time before she realizes how she’s being used. To come to any such realization, the women will have to confront other uncomfortable truths about what’s really going on at the cult’s tucked-away hideout, as well as the secret that split them all those years ago.

Although it’s marketed as a horror film, “Self-Help” only features a pair of bloody murders, one accidental and one earned. Another gruesome shock occurs when someone suddenly stabs out their own eyes. Otherwise, “horror” only hangs at the edges of the atmosphere, as the physical dangers Olivia faces are mostly minimal. It’s one of the reasons why “Self-Help” comes in underweight, missing a few pounds of oomph in its 80-ish minutes to fully register on a scale of lasting significance.

On the technical side, the film at least looks good as a crisp, small-scale indie production. Arguably overlit with candy colors, “Self-Help” still runs a tight ship where scenes don’t go on too long, the core personalities remain engaging enough, and a couple of amusing gags lighten the load. Roping everything together, maybe an even better way to describe “Self-Help” would be to reservedly recommend it as an afternoon option when nothing else appears appetizing. The meal might not be fully appeasing as a fright film or as reflective philosophizing, but it could scratch a small itch for competent cult-related chills whose low stakes don’t demand a high investment of attention.

Review Score: 55