Becky

Becky is the kind of senselessly violent Home Alone knockoff that only exists in the VOD realm these days. It’s a fucking trip.

The titular character (played by Lulu Wilson) is a preteen girl still grieving the loss of her late mother to an unspecified illness. Her father, Jeff (Joel McHale), is close to remarrying a new woman, Kayla (Amanda Brugel), and has brought Becky to their cottage in the woods to mend bad mojo between his daughter and his new ladyfriend. Becky is troubled: She shoplifts, is prone to angry outbursts and wants nothing to do with any of this. Her past haunts her present with the weight of unending grief.

After an argument with her dad, Becky runs off to her treehouse. Meanwhile, Dominick (Kevin James), a neo-Nazi child killer, and his gang of escaped convicts arrives at the house for a hidden McGuffin. The plot doesn’t need to be any clearer because from the point at which an against-type James starts hamming it up, everything just moves.

Kills, traps and gore galore. Normally, movies about preteens punking bad guys give the protagonists some element of innocence in the level of pain they inflict. Not Becky. At times, the level of gore feels downright cruel. She rips them apart in various ways … literally. Bystanders die and stay dead. Dogs take bullets. Eyes are ripped from their sockets. In some ways, Becky reminds me of last October’s superlative slasher Trick. But that film was billed as a slasher. Becky is grosser and much meaner. There’s else nothing to it — no twists, no explanations, no empathy. A splatter-filled thriller.

Wilson carriers the movie on her shoulders, but Kevin James’ turn as the excessively evil villain is what makes the internet headlines. His character doesn’t provide James with much room to really play, but he does evil glares real good and is victim to two extraordinary bits of gore that made me squeamish. It’s the sort of role he should play more often, maybe between Blartverse films.

Anyway, Becky is a fast, graphic movie that has no compunction about showing a child committing horrific violence. It flips a dozen moral triggers. I’m not sure I felt comfortable watching it unfold, seeing a 12-year-old exacting such extreme revenge. Holy Toledo.


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Administrator of Midwest Film Journal. Previously a staff writer for TheFilmYap.com, Evan has been writing film criticism in the Indianapolis area for over half a decade. He is a member of the Indiana Film Journalists Association. He also reviews Oreos.


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