Prano Bailey-Bond makes her feature debut with this meta-horror tribute to Video Nasties, a notorious list of films banned in Britain. The story follows Enid (Niamh Algar), a British censor, who reviews a film that is eerily similar to a traumatic event from her childhood. She sets about trying to solve a life-long mystery, while dealing with backlash for passing a film that the press blames for inspiring a crime. Baily-Bond explored Video Nasties before in her short, Nasty, some of which is used in this feature. Questions about the purpose of censorship and its impact are explored in a not too obvious manner.
Set in 1980s London, the film captures that aesthetic well, alternating a grindhouse neon palette with one that suggests a muted color scheme of Wes Anderson and Todd Haynes. Colorful, yet dreadful. Algar’s performance keeps things grounded, as the film becomes more and more horrific.
As someone who has probably seen more than his fair share of Video Nasties, I found the portrayal of Enid and her fellow censors quite engaging. Being a horror fan, and against censorship in general, I always vilified these faceless people who decided what we could or could not see. The censors are shown as smart, reasonable people, not easily disgusted caricatures. Enid at one point makes the Carol Clover-esque observation that many of these nasties are a form of “Male-inadequacy-revenge catharsis,” and although that may be a little reductive, she is not wrong. I particularly liked a scene where the committee discusses letting a film keep a decapitation scene because it looked “ridiculous,” knowing that they don’t think audiences are stupid. And any film with dialogue such as “Consensus on Cannibal Carnage” will always win points from me.
The final act of the film has fantastic use of varying aspect ratio and video artifacts, evoking the Video Nasty feel, dread, and atmosphere. I’m not in love with the ending, and while I was watching it, I felt that Censor wasn’t quite sticking the landing. But once the credits were finished, that feeling changed. It isn’t a disappointing ending at all, it’s just felt a touch silly at first. Which is in-keeping with Video Nasties. I think it will grow on me in time. During the final act I couldn’t help but think of a famous line from Wes Craven’s Scream. I won’t directly quote it here, because I think that would spoil too much.
The films Censor mainly reminded me of were Berberian Sound Studio, Videodrome, Let’s Scare Jessica to Death, and Evil Dead. The latter two being perhaps more aesthetic than thematic reminders.
If it hasn’t happened already, it will be interesting to see who picks it for distribution and if they alter the film at all. At 84 minutes, the duration of many 80s nasties, there isn’t much to remove. I don’t think it will need to cut anything for a rating, be it R or 15, but there are certain choices that could perhaps be cut for a stronger edit. Nevertheless, this is a strong feature debut, and it will be exciting to see what Bailey-Bond makes next.
Grade: B+
-Andrew