Canada

There are two kinds of first-contact film. The first kind lands the hardware: saucers over cities, armies in the streets, a planet’s worth of extras looking up. Spielberg’s Disclosure Day is this year’s grand version of it, and Wells’s Martians were doing it on the page in the nineteenth century. The second kind never shows you the visitor at all. It gives you a signal, an instrument, and a person who has to decide what the data means; Contact is its cathedral, and Clara and Ad Astra keep smaller chapels. The Outer Threat, the directing debut of the Toronto writer William Woods, belongs entirely to the second kind, and the interesting thing about it is not that a low-budget Canadian production chose the cheaper church. It is how far the film commits to the choice once made. ...

Bref, the old model of film distribution is dead, and Kyle Edward Ball danced on its grave for the price of a used Honda Civic. We are constantly told that you need a multi-million dollar marketing campaign and a PR agency to get a film seen. Skinamarink proves that you actually only need two things: $15,000, and a catastrophic security breach. The narrative of this film’s success is a complete subversion of the studio system. It is a terrifying masterclass in the sheer, unpredictable power of the internet hive mind. ...