FATAL PULSE (dir. Damon Packard): 5/5
Damon Packard’s psycho-surreal / psychopathic / psycho-everything new masterpiece of digital celluloid FATAL PULSE, recently released by Gregory Hatanaka’s Cinema Epoch, is now streaming on Amazon Prime. AND, if you’re in Los Angeles, be sure to check the world theatrical premiere Friday, June 1st at the Egyptian in Hollywood! This bizarre “yuppie fear thriller” plays out like the Los Angeles horror-show that you didn’t know you needed. But, yeah, if you’re like me and you groove on the hyper-intensity that Packard brings to the table, then you need it.
I contributed to the film’s crowdfunding effort and couldn’t be more “thrilled” with the results that Packard pulled off. FATAL PULSE rests somewhere between David Lynch’s INLAND EMPIRE and a deep pink/purple-twinged version of THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE mixed with a gunky monster movie AND a conspiracy angle that explodes like a storm of neon hammers on crack. Simply said, there’s a “killer” (of sorts) on the loose, tranquilizing young woman and this film tangles into the web of the weirdo while shifting across and through various high-level Hollywood players who are implicated in this fluctuating web of violence.
I can confidently say that I haven’t experienced a movie like FATAL PULSE before. It’s intense, spastic, saturated in bold colors, tinged with science fiction undertones, dripping in static-warped horror, bristling with edges of horror and beauty, and wholly willing to take you beyond any narrative expectations that you might have. If you’re looking for something that you can sink into, a movie that swells with a weird nineties occult fever, then you’ll love this experience.
I came to Packard’s work a couple years ago via his REFLECTIONS OF EVIL and later with FOXFUR and his cut of GRIZZLY, but of all his work, I’m most taken by this movie. The digital tone, the crispness of Packard’s colors and lighting are truly alive in this movie. You’ll even be able to see Julia “fucking” Roberts (SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY) very comfortable on the sofa. Too comfortable… Too gorgeously comfortable. This movie is a feast for the senses, a prickling strangeness that keeps up its frenetic edge until the end. So, pour yourself a Mimosa and rip into FATAL PULSE.