The Seed Review: Creature Horror Comedy Feature Cultivates Sleazy Success

by Sam Walker Seed is a psychedelic interplanetary strain that resembles Society meets a cosmopolitan photo shoot. Shudder’s latest original also hints at something akin to Cleansing, in which an adorable puppet becomes something much worse. I don’t mention creatures Where Gremlins because it denotes a bit more creature polish—Seed has more in common with the weirdness of Brian Yuzna or Stuart Gordon. Expect the high-level cinematography Kim Kardashian would demand for her Instagram posts and the viscous cosmic grossness of something out of an ’80s crater. such madness.

It all starts when influencer Deidre (Lucy Martin), yogi Heather (Sophie Vavasseur) and veterinary clinic worker Charlotte (Chelsea Edge) take a girls’ trip to the Mojave Desert. The three best friends use Heather’s family vacation home as a secluded retreat on the eve of a historic meteor shower. As comets sizzle across the sky, Deidre complains about her lack of cell reception. That’s when an interstellar projectile crashes into the domain’s pool. He turns out to be an alien party-breaker who, at first, just moans and drinks Deidre’s protein shakes.

As you may have understood, Seed becomes more abstract and excruciating from this point. Charlotte’s sense of humanity strives to comfort the fantastic gopher-turtle creature as she moans in discomfort, while Deidre tries to bang her brains out with guns. The practical effects are no more accomplished than a hand puppet, but that doesn’t spoil any sense of compassion for what might be a confused, out-of-this-world animal that just wants to find shelter. Charlotte’s empathy is valid, but for a cuddly arts-and-crafts freak stretching a membrane duvet for impregnation.

I mean, the movie is called Seed after all.

Walker orchestrates a sordid, salacious and overbearing comedy thriller. The slippery, slippery grossness of a midnight mocks internet celebrities while forcing them to ward off the hypnotic advances of a shin-high intruder. The dialogue tells the audience the cheeky and pleasant tone of the proceedings – Deidre vulgarly jokes about how bullies thrive because “cunts get fucked” just before the alien inseminator crashes behind her back. When it’s best, Seed is covered in slop and prone to psychedelic “romance” sequences where the actresses writhe under and between the creature’s endless fabric flaps. It’s obscene and clever, with a budget that proves that “do it yourself” can still be provocative.

Pacing issues arise initially, as the first third indulges in stereotypical critiques of screen obsessions with a few puppet interludes. All three actresses sell their roles, but I’m more drawn to Ben Braham Ziryab’s crisp cinematography than another plastic princess online acting like a monster in reality. Martin achieves the desired effect of making us hate an obnoxious caricature of the SnapFamous Generations, which overwhelms Vavasseur’s un-zen yoga instructor and Edge’s “underachievers” mocking his outdated smartphone. Humor and grossness mix, sometimes to underwhelming effect as sun-kissed poolside photoshoots are held on excess coke. The film only finds its identity when the naked armadillo, as the girls guess, begins to manipulate its human targets.

But once Seed hits his stride, bloodlust and belly bumps become To bite meets Invasion of the Body Thieves. Cascades of black grime erupt from the orifices as Charlotte struggles to deal with the consequences of her decisions. The consummate body horror becomes both out of this world and deadly over the top. The focus is on final-act payoffs, which erase its earlier slump as party girls go wild for attention. It’s halfback experience that ultimately wins; pregnancy, self-esteem and a host of others The hills sci-fi invasion notes generate psychosexual stimulation amid Sam Walker’s proudly independent mess.


Director: Sam Walker
Writer: Sam Walker
With : Lucy Martin, Sophie Vavasseur, Chelsea Edge
Release date: March 10, 2022 (thrill)



Matt Donato is a Los Angeles-based film critic currently published on SlashFilm, Fangoria, Bloody Disgusting and Anywhere else he is authorized to spread the gospel of Demon Wind. He is also a member of the Hollywood Critics Association. Do not feed him especially after midnight.

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