"May" is one of the greatest horror films ever
made.
The world -- let alone the local videostore -- is
better now that "May" is in it.
I
watched "May" twice in a row. (Does that make
me crazy? Not as crazy as May.)
I love "May."
That, in essense, is my review. That, ultimately, is what I have to say about it. Everything from this point forward is just filler, a clumsy attempt at justifying those five sentences. Interesting, I hope, but not essential. The movie itself is the only real justification for my love of it. So I won't "review" it. I won't analyze it or offer a certain read of it in light of which it is deemed better or worse than what it is on its raw, fresh, uninterpreted face. The face is what must be seen. That is the point. Instead I'm merely going to "talk" about it. Tell you some basics, press our collective ear against the door to hear what others are saying about it, and maybe, along the way, mention a few things you might want to know.
"So many pretty parts, no pretty wholes," says May, sitting on a bench gazing out at passersby. Oh, how true. In light of recent events in White Nationalist circles, what could be truer? "May" is a bloody flick about a psycho chick that is actually good, that has elements of "Chucky" (the creepy doll is a horror trope - and, no, this one does not come alive), but far better flicks too, like "Carrie," "Frankenstein," "Fatal Attraction," and "Heathers." But "May" doesn't follow the formula of any one of them. Instead it sutures them all together into something original, something ingenius. Still, it's even more true about commentaries on works of art, isn't it? So much better to take the valuable parts of each and stitch them into something beautiful, rather than embrace a single whole-cloth reading that is destined to disappoint. But I've sewn in some highly critical gristle, too, so you can't say I didn't warn you. All great movies are not for everyone. "May" may not even be for most.
"The story is of young May Canady (Angela Bettis) who grows up awkwardly to say the least, forced to wear an eye patch for much of her youth due to a lazy eye, and with her best friend being a grotesque doll that she cannot even touch for "it is special," which she keeps into her adult life. When she finds herself falling truly in love for the first time in her life, things begin to go awry." -- Hosehound, Washington State, USA (IMBD, "A Story of Friendship," July 21, 2003)
"Bettis makes May peculiar but fully human. There are scenes here of such close observation, of such control of body language, voice and behavior, evoking such ferocity and obsession, that we are reminded of Lady Macbeth. It is as hard to be excellent in a horror film as in Shakespeare. Harder, maybe, because the audience isn't expecting it. Sisto's performance as Adam is carefully calibrated to show an intelligent guy who is intrigued, up to a point, and then smart enough to prudently back away. He's not one of those horror movie dumbos who makes stupid mistakes. Notice the look in his eye after he asks her to describe some of the weird stuff that goes on at the animal hospital, and she does, more graphically than he requires." -- Roger Ebert
"Contrary to recent movie trends, "gore" is not synonymous with "horror." And although director Lucky McKee's "May" has its sticky, red-splotched moments, it retains a fierce, palpable creepiness that tugs at you long after the lights come up." -- Robert K. Elder, Chicago Tribune
"May is a movie that fails in every aspect. It's not entertaining, it's not scary and it's a joke as an art movie. What is it then? It's a pretentious, stupid, dull, badly written and directed piece of trash." -- Fatboy99 (IMBD, "Oh The Pain...Go away, I Beg u, STAY AWAY FROM IT," July 20, 2003)
"Whoa! I'm speechless! May is one weird, fun, funny, sad, and disturbing film." -- Groovymike_16 (IMBD, "A-MAY-ZING! Destined to be a cult classic!" July 16, 2003)
"Unlike almost anything else you'll see this year, there is only one flubberlip in the whole film! Plus, it's written and directed by Lucky Mckee - not jewish!" -- Victor Wolzek, VNN, July 25.
"Notice how it's completely impossible to imagine a negress being insane in the way May is. Buh-boolies can be violent, even rabidly so; or they can be muttering buffoons blathering to themselves as they shit their pants on the sidewalk. They cannot be interesting psychotics, presumably because it takes a degree of intelligence, albeit a deformed kind turned in against itself. Point being that, as with everything else, Whites do it best. Whites make the best rappers (Eminem), the best Horror movies (Lucky McKee), even the best psychos (May Canady). Tell me again, why do we needs burrheads? Oh, that's right, someone needs to rape and murder elderly women and infants." -- Victor Wolzek, VNN, July 25.
Just more proof. If you want something done right, you want it done White. The beanie babies give themselves all the credit, but time and time again we see that whites do everything better. Jews produce shit movies, Whites produce "May."
Like the song goes:
Anything jews can do whites can do
better/
whites can do anything better than
jews/
no they can't/
yes they can...
"Later, hands."
