I hate to bring up WandaVision in a review of a small-ish SXSW drama like Here Before, but there is at least one parallel in that they both deal rather heavily in the handling of grief. You won’t find any superpowers or sitcom tropes in Stacey Gregg’s film, but you will get the always-great Andrea Riseborough, who convincingly portrays a mother who believes her dead daughter has returned to this world and is living next door.
It sounds a little crazy, and one of the notable things about Here Before is that Gregg, who also wrote the script, acknowledges that. She doesn’t belittle the viewer’s intelligence. The film centers on Laura (Riseborough) and her husband Brendon (Martin McCann) as they’re still reeling from the death of their daughter Josie in a car accident. They now have a son, and seem to have settled into normalcy, when new neighbors move in next door, including a precocious little girl, Megan (Niamh Dornan), who Laura instantly takes a liking to. Too much of a liking, actually. She reminds her of Josie, and it’s easy to see why. Megan seems to know things about Josie. Megan continuously says and does everything that recalls to mind Laura’s lost little girl, and soon she’s overstepping her bounds, taking the neighbor child on drives, spending too much time, and studying up on reincarnation.
While a bit slow to get moving, Here Before hints that something supernatural could be afoot. We’re trained by years of horror movies to see that first whenever things get creepy and unexplainable. Gregg uses that to her advantage, buildings towards an inevitable confrontation between Laura and Megan’s parents, with tensions rising out of a desire to protect the child rather than from a place of hate. At its core, there’s a mother’s desperate need to believe her loved one is still out there, which combined with a sense of faith can lead one to believe what seems impossible. This doesn’t make Laura a bad person; a mother’s love is an enduring, unbreakable thing and Gregg always comes at her characters with that in mind. So does Riseborough, who takes a role that could be histrionic and over-the-top and delivers a wonderfully understated, nuanced exploration of trauma’s long-lasting effects on a grieving parent.




The store manager Craig (Brett Donahue), is feeling the pressure as all eyes are on their store, including CEO Harold Landsgrove (Stephen Bogaert). To add to the stress, instastar Peyton Jules (Erica Anderson) is coming to try out the Super Shapers. Craig has to rally the troops – Shruti (Sehar Bhojani), Lord (Kenny Wong), Jemma (Hanneke Talbot), and Hunter (Jessica B. Hill). Seems like a manageable task except for one small wrinkle – a pair of Super Shapers with its own agenda. This pesky pair of pants has a thirst for blood and revenge. Yes, you read that correctly, there is a pair of possessed killer pants. As workers keep disappearing, Craig is scrambling, and Libby tries to keep her head above water. Good thing they are under lockdown and trapped in the store with the demonic denim.
Slaxx is not a true ‘horror’ in the sense of the word. Sure, there is plenty of blood and death – which clearly are two staples of horror. Yet, Slaxx doesn’t try to scare you. In fact, it does the opposite. It is a dark comedy at its core. There are funny moments and jokes throughout. It strikes the perfect balance of ludicrous possessed behavior and funny employee hijinks. Slaxx also is deeper than a simple horror. There are messages about child labor, corporate practices, consumerism, and social media influencers mixed in with the ridiculousness. I never thought I’d be saying that a movie about possessed pants wreaking havoc had a message, but Slaxx proved me wrong. This message may not sit well with everyone, but I think a majority will appreciate what writer Patricia Gomez and writer/director Elza Kephart were going for.
Speaking of Gomez and Kephart, the script was fantastic. It was clever and never dragged. Granted the film is barely an hour and fifteen minutes, so not much room for it to drag. Watching Libby navigate one irrational coworker to the next is a joy. Denis is perfect as the bright eyed and bushy tailed new girl being thrown to the wolves. Gomez and Kephart successfully capture, and slightly hyperbolize, many aspects of consumerism. The CCC store itself perfectly complements the witty script. The bright and welcoming front of the store contrasted against the bleak, dark, and gray hallways in the back. Kephart adds some fun camera shots and transitions into the mix as the cherry on top. Slaxx is a unique and very enjoyable, albeit quick, ride. Just turn your mind off, embrace the absurdity of the premise, and be sure to try Slaxx on for size.




