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Movie Review B Creep 2 Director Patrick Brice Runtime 80 minutes Rating Not Rated Language English Cast Mark Duplass, Desiree Akhavan Availability Digital platforms October 24


Let’s make something clear up front: Creep 2 is not a scary movie. Despite a plot that concerns a serial killer and the unsuspecting woman who answers his Craigslist ad and drives to his remote home in the woods, there is nothing about the film that would inspire much in the way of goosebumps. (A few small jump scares are played more for laughs than shrieks of fright.) Whereas the first Creep wrung tension from the familiar tricks of the found-footage style, the new one assumes the viewer already knows the situation with its homicidal subject, and doesn’t really try to generate chills from it. Instead, it’s a serial-killer midlife crisis: Within the first five minutes, Mark Duplass’ character has already desultorily cut someone’s throat, sat morosely as the blood congealed, and said, with heavy existential ennui straight to the camera he snuck into the house, “What’s happening to me?” A slasher sequel this is not.

But for fans of the original who don’t mind the loss of scares, Creep 2 improves on the first film in nearly every way, from tone to dialogue to plot. Aesthetically, the two films are more or less identical, as director Patrick Brice maintains a straightforward functional approach to the material. As in the first, the protagonist is a filmmaker, or at least a wannabe filmmaker, thereby narratively justifying a steadier and more professional level of camerawork. This series isn’t all that pretty to look at, but as far as found-footage cinematography goes, it sits firmly in the upper tier.


The first big improvement is Duplass’ co-star, Desiree Akhavan, primarily known for writing, directing, and starring in Appropriate Behavior. In Creep, Brice played the curious documentarian who agrees to film a day in the life of Josef (Duplass), a mysterious man who turned out to be a killer. As an actor, Brice made a good director, to put it diplomatically. His lack of onscreen presence gave Duplass’ charismatic weirdo little to play off of—a real problem in a two-hander. For the sequel, the two wisely turned over the role of the new curious documentarian to Akhavan, a strong screen presence who immediately enlivens the proceedings with her portrayal of Sara, a woman making a reality webseries about unusual Craigslist requests and the people who make them. Unfortunately, no one’s watching, and she’s convinced her work sucks. Desperate for a good story, she drives out to film a man who calls himself Aaron (Duplass), and that bold determination justifies her decision to stick around through increasingly bizarre situations.

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That good story is the second place Creep 2 surpasses its progenitor. While the slow reveal of Duplass’ murderous tendencies was the source of Creep’s tension, the entire narrative was gradually revealed to be little more than a hunter toying with its prey, sprinkled with a dash of emotional philosophizing. Here, Aaron is frank about everything upfront: He tells Sara he’s a serial killer, but he’s lost the taste for it and doesn’t know what to do. Instead of his usual movie-making routine, which ends with him killing his victim, he wants her to film the real him, and he promises not to kill her for 24 hours so she can complete the story of his life. Despite his enthusiasm for the project, he quickly grows frustrated when even his simple plans for filming don’t work out; soon, Sara is taking charge of the day (and their relationship), and Aaron is growing increasingly impressed with his new collaborator.



Blunt honesty allows for a much more fascinating exploration of desire and emotional manipulation, because we can actually believe Aaron when he talks. It lends dramatic stakes to what was previously all smoke and mirrors, and the new relationship is actually engaging, especially as Sara repeatedly surprises him with her moxie. (“Whoa, tough nut to crack,” he says admiringly after she fails to be startled when he jumps out of nowhere and screams in her face.) By the time a late-in-the-film twist readjusts the parameters of their interactions, enough has been exchanged between them to keep momentum going through the climax. The discussions are more involved, the character work richer and subtler. Even the diegetic camerawork contributes more to the film’s interest in how gender can change perspective: When both characters take turns getting naked for the camera, she keeps the shot still on his entire naked body, whereas when Sara strips, Aaron progressively zooms in on her face to avoid capturing her nudity.


As in the first film, the ending leaves a little to be desired. But Brice and Duplass have nonetheless concocted a new chapter to this tale that strengthens and illuminates its warped narrative, smartly playing to the top of the audience’s intelligence. Also, it’s quite funny. (In his Craigslist ad for a documentarian, Aaron says, “Fans of Interview With The Vampire a plus.”) Given a performer who can match him in talent, Duplass has transformed his twisted killer into a flawed and charismatic soul, radiating a quiet desperation that’s far more magnetic this time around. He’s made a monster more intriguing upon a second installment. Not many film series can make that claim.