Annie Hardy (in reality the frontwoman of the rock band Giant
Drag) plays a right-wing YouTuber version of herself replete with a bright
red MAGA hat who livestreams from a dashcam in her car doing rap music off of user
comments.Homeless in LA, she books a
flight to London where she visits her former bandmate Stretch (Amer
Chadha-Patel) now living with his girlfriend Gemma (Jemma Moore).Almost immediately, Annie proves to be a
troublemaker engaging Gemma on politics and COVID-19 before causing even
further upheaval to Stretch’s job as a delivery man. After a night of insufferable obnoxiousness, the grating and
borderline sociopathic Annie gets booted out but not before stealing Stretch’s
car and embarking on a night of livestreaming.Her carefree joyride leads her to a random encounter with a restaurant
owner who offers Annie lots of money to transport a frail old lady to an
undisclosed location.From here, this
Jason Blum produced webcam chiller leaps off of the diving board into
bonkersville as everything from the demonic, extraterrestrial, the occult, the superhuman
and more gets crammed into this batshit freakout that stops short of being a
compendium of everything insane from the V/H/S horror series as one
nuclear bomb of digital video terrors.
Shot on an iPhone on a tight-knight budget of only $100,000,
this effects-heavy dose of madness starts out as a wry commentary on the
conservative response to COVID-19 and the irascibility of right-wing YouTubers
in general, going for the V/H/S 94 vibes that poked fun at the Gretchen
Whitmer kidnapping plot.Initially our
main character is so grating and obnoxious our first instinct is to leave the
theater or shut the stream off, but if you stick with it you’re in for some wild
and steadily bizarre antics ahead in this everything-but-the-kitchen-sink demon
scream. This is one of the most mean-spirited webcam horror films
yet made and also unsurprisingly one which really tests your tolerance for
unlikable protagonists.Those who couldn’t
stand Heather Donahue’s heroine in The Blair Witch Project are in for an
even uglier nastier version of that with Annie Hardy’s begging-for-death monster
whose only instinct as feces, urine, blood and intestines fly about the screen
is to keep livestreaming through it all.This could be a commentary on the worst fringes of right-wing YouTubers
or the addiction to being the center of attention come Hell or high water, but whatever
major points the film wants to make take a backseat to the makeup effects team.
One of the few times where a main character actually makes
another standard horror film difficult to recommend (yes, she’s that awful in
this), if you can soldier through the petty obnoxiousness you’ll get some wild
thrills and chills from one of the crazier found footage features out
there. The Grand Guignols of found
footage horror range between Deodato’s Cannibal Holocaust and Safe
Haven from V/H/S 2 as far as cranking up the transgression and
insanity through the lens of cinema verite documentary realism. Dashcam falls somewhere in the middle
of being a provocative original and a peddler of more of the same tactics of
having jump scares hit the camera with the volume and bass cranked up in key
moments. Overall a decent thriller if
you can stand the main character for its duration.