Apparently a friend of Mia’s procured the body part from another spooked lad who claimed he didn’t need it anymore. The facilitator of all that misery is the severed hand of a deceased medium that’s being passed around high schools like an urban legend. Nay, the big kick in this room is to commune with the dead… and invite spirits in to possess their bodies and souls. In the first-time feature from a pair of hungry filmmakers who cut their teeth on the YouTube channel RackaRacka, Talk to Me conjures the familiar sight of a group of teenagers gathering in a circle to transgress a taboo-only their highs are not derived from drinks or drugs, albeit both are in plentiful supply.
Twin brothers Danny and Michael Philippou appear to have taken the thing to its absolute extreme in Talk to Me, a new indie chiller which has hit the international film festival circuit so hard that it even cast a spell over genre tastemakers A24, who bought the Australian movie out of Sundance and brought it to blankets of anxious shrieks this past weekend during the opening night of SXSW. Whether it’s by way of drinking from a keg at a party, passing around a vice that was of a more illegal vintage, or simply driving over the speed limit, we have a tendency in our youth to do stupid things for the thrill, especially if a pal is urging us to always take things further. In spite of these colloquialisms, and many just like them, anyone who was ever young has played these games and fucked around much. Or in the more modern parlance, if you fuck around, you find out. It is a truth universally acknowledged that those who play stupid games win stupid prizes.
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