Studio: XYZ Films
Director: Andy Mitton
Writer: Andy Mitton
Producer: Richard W. King, Jay Dunn
Stars: Gabby Beans, Emily Davis, Ray Anthony Thomas, Myles Walker, Cody Braverman, Jay Dunn, Stephanie Roth Haberle, Laura Heisler
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Summary:
Reunited during the pandemic, two estranged friends are haunted by an entity with the power to erase people from existence through their dreams.
Review:
Although it probably will be, writer/director Andy Mitton’s “The Harbinger,” which follows two women struggling to solve the mystery behind a frightening figure haunting their dreams, should not be confused with another 2022 thriller titled “The Harbinger,” a “creepy kid” DTV’er directed by Will Klipstine. It’s bad enough that recycled titles create confusion in the first place, especially when multiple movies with the same name come out close together. (Anyone else remember a prominent horror website panning Blumhouse’s “Delirium” in 2018, except the actual review was for a completely different “Delirium” before being corrected?) It’s worse when these mix-ups mess with under-the-radar efforts whose dearth of marketing money already stacks the deck against any capability of being noticed; now they have to worry about word of mouth where those mouths mutter words for something else entirely.
Of all the chillers produced from the COVID-19 pandemic, either due to it or inspired by it, “The Harbinger” has perhaps the most motivation. It feels focused, not rushed. It feels deliberately designed, not improvised. And its 2020 backdrop works into the narrative not solely as a way to justify limited locations and a small cast of characters, but as an illustrative parallel in the story’s exploration of isolation, loneliness, and the fear of being forgotten.
I don’t know exactly when Mitton made his movie, but there’s a time capsule curiousness with the particular period it presents. “The Harbinger” takes place at the panic’s peak. Now that our days appear far enough removed from the worst of everything, it feels weirdly voyeuristic to watch people deathly insist on six-foot distances, disinfect delivered groceries, and consistently wear face coverings no matter the situation. I wasn’t expecting such scenes to seem strange since we all lived through those circumstances, and yet, gazing through that lens fits with the film’s otherworldly atmosphere.
“The Harbinger” uses a mold of quarantine-related phobias, but its clay really comes from the worry of wondering what impact, if any, we leave on the world. If it weren’t so sadly spot-on, it would be ironically amusing that main duo Mavis and Monique are estranged friends, because what better battery is there for examining how our memories process people? We all have that roommate from way back when, inseparable childhood cohort, or significant someone with whom we thought a lifelong relationship was guaranteed. Then came new faces, new places, and new needs. Weekly phone calls became monthly, then yearly, then never. Have you ever thought about anyone whose name you no longer remember, and then asked when your mind decided to delete the details associated with them?
That’s part of what is happening to Mavis. Haunted by nightmares of a black-robed plague doctor that are increasingly difficult to wake up from, Mavis turns to Monique. Against the advisement of a brother and father who don’t want her bringing COVID back to their home, Monique breaks self-isolation to answer her former friend’s plea for help. What starts as a tearful reunion at a time when intimate interactions like touch are verboten unfortunately escalates into a contagious experience that torments Monique too. Both women come to fear that the phantom figure could kill them, though its additional threat of erasing them from existence terrorizes their thoughts in even crueler ways.
I’ve seen “The Harbinger” likened to “A Nightmare on Elm Street.” I agree with that comparison, if “A Nightmare on Elm Street” removed the popcorn appeal of merchandisable moments and were reshaped as an adult indie made by qualified do-it-yourselfers. The spotlight isn’t on the evil entity. It’s on macabre moodiness and the fear of fading away in a calcifying world that maybe no longer needs you. That description might make “The Harbinger” sound headier than it is. Scares are certainly more suggestively psychological than visually visceral. But if you’re familiar with Andy Mitton’s distinct brand of economic eeriness from his previous films including “We Go On” (review here) and “The Witch in the Window” (review here), and you should be, then the texture of dread he drapes over “The Harbinger” should be expected and already understood.
It’s too bad the common name hurts “The Harbinger’s” potential to earn eyes. Genuinely excellent indie horror films, or even just ones worth watching, are harder and harder to come by, and “The Harbinger” easily accommodates either of those standards. Plus, now that Benson & Moorhead have been borrowed by Marvel, and Mike Flanagan has moved up to Amazon, Andy Mitton remains one of the few torchbearers for microbudget mastery in the genre space. Movies like his, that are thematically meaningful as well as quietly unnerving, deserve to be championed by any available voice, even when their own titles might be inadvertently working against them.
Review Score: 75
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.