The Resurrection of Charles Manson
Remy Grillo's psychological home-invasion chiller leans heavily on Hollywood's enduring obsession with true-crime mythology. Staged inside an isolated desert Airbnb, the narrative blurs reality and exploitation cinema as an audition tape spirals into genuine occult peril. While the pacing occasionally stumbles through familiar slasher tropes and uneven tonal shifts, the eerie California desert photography builds genuine dread. Fine delivers a grounded, muscular presence amidst the chaos, using his intimidating stature and controlled intensity to ratchet up tension in close quarters. It marks a foundational, gritty stepping stone in his transition to narrative features, signaling an actor whose physical conviction can elevate claustrophobic, micro-budget genre fare.
