This is teetering into not-really-horror but that may be because I am a filthy heretic, so what would I know?Ig Perrish (Daniel Radcliffe) has a problem. Everyone in town thinks he murdered his girlfriend Merrin (Juno Temple) and now he's begun to grow actual, literal horns. The horns inspire every person he meets to tell Ig all their darkest impulses so he starts pushing back to try to find whoever really killed Merrin.
The worst part about this movie is how clever it thinks it is while being as stupidly obvious as possible. It's like that drunk dude at a party who thinks he's using the subtlest innuendo when he's really just shoving his finger into a circle he's made of his other hand and winking a lot. That being said, if you're willing to overlook how on the nose it is, it's not the worst movie I've ever seen. Sole credit for that goes to Radcliffe who is definitely slumming here in an attempt to let the Harry Potter image go for good. He got naked on Broadway, and played a farting corpse in Swiss Army Man, slapping on some Hot Topic horns is practically tame. Stay tuned for his next film where he has guns bolted to his hands like a slapstick Videodrome.
(That is a real thing and it's called Guns Akimbo. You're welcome.)
So if you're in the mood for a Radcliffe no-fucks-given performance, Horns is streaming on Netflix. Be drunk, it'll probably help.
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