Planning to spend a nice time with one another, a trio of best friends, who go to an old mansion, where they struggle against survival, when they kill a grounds keeper and struggle against hiding his dead body, the thing that brings terrible for him.
A shockingly brief picture (68 minutes long before end credits) and not without its pressure points, but the feature lacks prolonged snap, only coming alive in certain charged moments.
With a generic title and a unsensational storyline, Body might not be remembered as readily as some other films, but that doesn't mean it's not worthy of standing out.
"Body" may not be the kind of modern-day B-movie that wins awards, but it does exactly what it sets out to, and that's a fair amount. So go ahead: see this film for yourself. You won't know what hit you.
On the surface a typical exercise in horror-film cliché, Body turns out to be a far more thought-provoking creature, a parable of adulthood and a stinging indictment of white-girl privilege.
The film is well-acted, slickly made on a shoestring budget, and blessedly efficient, with a runtime that inches just past the one-hour mark, credits included. It's also nearly devoid of surprises ...
Helen Rogers has been dancing around the indie scene for years now but has been deserving of an even bigger audience since she injected heart into V/H/S' best segment.
Body mines heaps of tension from Cali and Holly's moral back-and-forth-but their dilemma might have cut deeper with better, less predictable characterization.
