Studio: Lionsgate
Director: Erdal Ceylan
Writer: Erdal Ceylan, Paul Burton
Producer: Paul Burton
Stars: Alyson Walker, Tony Giroux, Meelah Adams, Ian Butcher, Tyler Smith, Shaun Morse, Matthew Graham, Stephanie Gooden
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Summary:
A curious woman becomes the victim of a viral curse caused by dark web selfies connected to a supernatural serial killer.
Review:
I intended to open this review with a mini-missive lamenting the slew of supernatural social media movies featuring similar setups centered on viral computer curses. It occurs to me I probably don’t need to preach to a commiserating choir equally burnt on the oft-copied concept after seeing it repeatedly applied in “Smiley,” “Unfriended” (review here), “Friend Request” (review here), etc., etc.
Instead, I’ll murder a second introductory bird with that apophasis stone by suggesting horror might also wish to consider a momentary chill on the trend of turning popular shorts into feature films whether the metamorphosis is warranted or not. Because if a recycled premise isn’t evidence enough that “Selfie from Hell” runs on a fast emptied tank of gas, its struggle to stretch two minutes into 70 certainly is.
“Selfie from Hell” began life in 2015 as a 90-second short from German filmmakers Erdal Ceylan and Meelah Adams. A cynic might claim it actually began life two years earlier as David F. Sandberg’s 2013 “Lights Out” short. The two quickies parallel each other so closely, a plagiarism accusation wouldn’t be entirely without merit. Where “Lights Out” had Lotta Losten fearfully watching a shadowy shape come closer with each flick of a light switch, “Selfie from Hell” had Meelah Adams seeing the same with each click of her cellphone’s camera, culminating in a predictable jolt at the end.
Don’t tax too much thought mulling over how one single scare could develop into a full-length story. “Selfie from Hell’s” script certainly didn’t. It simply strings scenes together with little regard for reasons why its details should add up.
Hannah expected her German cousin, YouTube “star” Julia Lang, to arrive yesterday with her boyfriend Mark. When she finally does show up, Mark isn’t at her side and Julia is suspiciously skittish about whatever has her on edge.
We find out later that investigating an online urban legend left Julia cursed by a supernatural “Selfieman” (that’s actually its credited name). The hitch here is that Selfieman can only be seen when someone takes a selfie, but after taking 13, Selfieman comes to take the victim to “the other side” to be tortured. Julia knows this, feels frightened by an unseen presence in Hannah’s home, yet still pauses her secretive sobbing to smile prettily for a completely unnecessary personal picture. Selfieman attacks and Julia falls unconscious.
A rational person wouldn’t take further selfies in the first place. A rational person would also call an ambulance immediately upon finding a houseguest unresponsive on the bedroom floor. Hannah just summons a doctor who makes a quick house call, and he doesn’t appear overly concerned about Julia’s inexplicable coma of catatonia. Following a cursory exam with nothing more than a stethoscope, because no other instruments are necessary when practicing movie medicine, doc prescribes bed rest and bids adieu.
Hannah begins connecting Julia’s dots, which lead down a rabbit hole linked to a hidden website. She also meets a mysterious man who gives Selfieman a run for his money in the dumb name department by using the handle “F34R3473R” (or “FearEater” for those who don’t want to stare for three minutes trying to translate it into English). Hannah can’t navigate the dark web alone however. Luckily, the only other character in the movie is Hannah’s techie friend Trevor. Trevor harbors a crush on Hannah too, enabling a routine romance subplot without the inconvenience of having to add another actor.
In addition to supernatural sights and sounds haunting her home, Hannah becomes additionally alarmed when online research turns up multiple obituaries for Julia. How can that be when Julia is in a bed upstairs? Trevor and a doctor have even independently seen her with their own eyes. Again, a normal person would dig deeper into stories of Julia’s reported death. Hannah merely takes a moment to muse, “well that’s weird” and moves on.
Julia’s dual citizenship in reality and the afterlife makes no more or less sense than the curse itself. “Selfie from Hell” settles on 13 as an ominous number and invents some hullabaloo that if you watch a series of 13 strange selfies in a dark web “black room,” you’re cursed, although not fully until you take 13 selfies of your own. Or something. A ninth inning reveal about an unidentified serial killer piles on one more bit of backstory without actually explaining anything. It comes via a video from 2006 in which the first thing referenced is an event that occurred in 2007, so let’s mark this as Exhibit Z in “Selfie from Hell’s” losing case of not thinking things through.
Nothing makes “Selfie from Hell” a more exhausting experience than its criminally redundant overreliance on absolutely egregious jump scares. I legitimately cannot fathom how any filmmaker can sit in an edit bay, amp an ear-aching audio cue to yet another jump cut, and still think, “Yep, we’re doing solid work here” after the 45th empty A/V shock. Coming as no surprise given its skeletal origin, “Selfie from Hell” is a one-trick pony whose poor horse is flogged to death mercilessly before ever leaving its stable.
Lifetime MOWs about Craigslist killers and other digital dangers at least include cautions concerning online threats. What’s the moral message motivating “Selfie from Hell?” That poking noses into the dark web and taking too many pictures are, uh, bad things to do? Here’s a more meaningful warning: don’t try forcing a film from an incomplete idea, particularly without the brains, brawn, or budget to back it up.
Review Score: 30
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