Living in Los Angeles, you get stuck with this breed of people we call “hipsters.”  They’re six shades of awful toting around oversized Raybans and ugly sweaters with the occasional neckbeard and, honestly, there’s this trend for one-size-too-small pants that the guys rock that isn’t remotely flattering.

So when I put in IFC Midnight’s Entrance and saw that it revolved around events in what I’m certain must be the hipster capital of the world, Silverlake, I cringed.  No, no, no, I thought, please, no.  I want to like this movie.

Suzy (Suziey Block), a young woman in aforementioned Hipsterville, moves about in a mind-numbing routine of feeding her dog, applying make-up, and working in a coffee house.  But there’s something a little off about her.  She’s nervous, twitchy, unhappy, and more than a little isolated even though she lives with one of her friends.  Instinctively she knows that there’s something out there, something that’s not right at all.

Her instinct is definitely on the mark.  Little things begin to happen, easily dismissed, but they still keep her a bit high strung.  As the movie builds, she retreats from the incoming danger, only to find that it brings it that much closer with crazed aggression.

At first, the movie is choppy, disjointed.  Feels an awful lot like Soderbergh’s The Girlfriend Experience, save that it manages to stay in chronological order.  The camera is shaky and obviously tripod-less when she goes for her walks through the city, which annoyed the hell out of me, but I was eventually able to accept the bobbling of the view.

As the movie progresses, I was strongly reminded of the recent horror film, Silent House, starring Elizabeth Olsen.  That particular movie’s gimmick, much like Hitchcock’s The Rope, was to appear as though they had shot it in a continuous take.  The camera never leaves Olsen’s side.

It’s much like this for Ms. Block.  The camera almost never leaves her and, not only that, but the takes are insanely long.  It’s amazing watching the product of what had to be strenuously worked through choreography between the camera man and Block, and having this constant input of only seeing what Suzy sees and her reactions to said stimuli is incredibly intense.

This movie is definitely worth seeing so, if you’re like me and carrying a hefty amount of hipster-disdain, leave it at the door and enjoy this lovely film.

Entrance can be found in theaters, on IFC Midnight Cable VOD, SundanceNOW, iTunes, Amazon Streaming, XBOX, and Playstation Unlimited on May 18th.

I have a few deep-seated fears: dolls, children, and crazies.  If you ever want to make a movie that will cause me to go out of my mind, make it about a children’s insane asylum—the dolls will work their way in there somehow.  I mean, you can’t not have crazy children toting around dismembered dolls, you know?

When IFC’s Asylum Blackout showed up on my door with that intense red and black cover, I was a little nervous.  Sure, I love horror movies— I watch them more than any other genre, but some of them still manage to scare the crap out of me.  But I steeled myself and settled down for the ride.

Asylum Blackout tells the story of George (Rupert Evans), Max (Kenny Doughty), and Ricky (Joseph Kennedy) —three bandmates who spend their days working in the kitchen of Sans Asylum, a high security mental institution for the criminally insane.  Their shift consists of doing the standard kitchen stuff: receiving food, preparing food, serving food.

It just all happens to occur behind a thick glass window with a tiny little opening to shove through the tray.  Because that’s not unnerving or anything.

After a chunk of time spent being introduced to the kitchen workers (most specifically George— I could not differentiate the other two band members and their friends due to near identical grunge hair and beards) and the creepy, shuffling, and occasionally violent inmates, a storm hits and wipes out the building’s power.

You know, hence the word “blackout” in the title.  It makes sense, yes?  Great, we’re moving on.

The power blowing out means, in this case, that the outside perimeter of the building is locked down but, for some not-quite-explained reason, all the inside doors are unlocked.  With what appears to be a growing inmate conspiracy, George and co. run through the asylum looking for a way out while fighting for their lives.

This film started out, while not exactly strong, interestingly.  The visuals were good, the lighting was intense, the atmosphere was coming along nicely, and the soundtrack called to my inner grunge kid.  But as the movie progressed, it shifted to the sort of Hostel gore that has become increasingly popular in the last several years.  You know, noses being bitten off, fingers being eaten, hands being chopped up, one of the characters slowly having their skin removed with a potato peeler… you know, that great stuff.

When I approach a mental hospital-centered movie, my desire is to have an exploration of insanity—why else choose an insane asylum?  But there was only one inmate, Pete (Darren Kent), who really pulled off any solid degree of insanity.  The other inmates were simply violent— overly violent, sure, but only violent.  They still had their minds as they enacted their revenge on their guards (such as the swoon-worthy JB, as played by Dave LegenoHarry Potter’s Fenir Greyback), nurses, and chefs, just as I would assume any horror movie focused on a similar situation in a normal high-security prison would have.

It’s not a bad movie, I will say.  It does keep up a level of tension and gore that will please most gore-hounds.  But the ending doesn’t make much sense, leading me to believe at least one important scene was cut, and the acting was very occasionally jarring, especially near the end.  Even with that, the work put into this film is clear, and I think it would be worthwhile to keep an eye on its director, Alexandre Courtes.

Asylum Blackout has been released in select theaters and is available on SundanceNOW, iTunes, Amazon Streaming, XBOX, Zune, and Playstation Unlimited.