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Three young women (Helen Rogers, Alexandra Turshen, Lauren Molina) face a moral dilemma when they accidentally kill a groundskeeper (Larry Fessenden) at a secluded mansion. When he turns out to not be dead after all, the friends disagree on how to proceed.
"Body" may not be the kind of modern-day B-movie that wins awards, but it does exactly what it sets out to, and that's a fair amount. So go ahead: see this film for yourself. You won't know what hit you.
With a generic title and a unsensational storyline, Body might not be remembered as readily as some other films, but that doesn't mean it's not worthy of standing out.
Body mines heaps of tension from Cali and Holly's moral back-and-forth-but their dilemma might have cut deeper with better, less predictable characterization.
Helen Rogers has been dancing around the indie scene for years now but has been deserving of an even bigger audience since she injected heart into V/H/S' best segment.
A shockingly brief picture (68 minutes long before end credits) and not without its pressure points, but the feature lacks prolonged snap, only coming alive in certain charged moments.
The film is well-acted, slickly made on a shoestring budget, and blessedly efficient, with a runtime that inches just past the one-hour mark, credits included. It's also nearly devoid of surprises ...
On the surface a typical exercise in horror-film cliché, Body turns out to be a far more thought-provoking creature, a parable of adulthood and a stinging indictment of white-girl privilege.