Ginger Snaps
Directed by John FawcettThe story of two outcast sisters, Ginger and Brigitte, in the mindless suburban town of Bailey Downs. On the night of Ginger's first period, she is savagely attacked by a wild creature. Ginger's wounds miraculously heal but something is not quite right. Now Brigitte must save her sister and save herself.
Ginger Snaps Ratings & Reviews
- ReekoSApril 27, 2025Super disappointed with the ending. Would have been 8 out of 10, otherwise.
- CubaneOctober 29, 2025Decent background noise for a Halloween party, maybe a drinking game, but paying attention not encouraged. The sole use of practical effects helps this film age much more gracefully than its peers; however they still slowly devolve from cute syrupy gore piles to a propmaster's rubber fever dream by the end. The acting and plot are stilted, forced, and wooden, to the surprise of no one. But isn't the gore really what we're here for anyway?
- JeremeyOctober 19, 2025INT. DIGITAL VOID – NIGHT A lone viewer (YOU) sits in the glow of a screen. The hour is late. The runtime is long. The dialogue is… trying. YOU (muttering): I was promised werewolves, but all I got was menstruation and metaphor. NARRATOR (overly serious, unnecessarily poetic): They talk, and they talk, and they talk — as if a thesaurus exploded inside a high school goth club. Every sentence drips with the desperate need to mean something, and none of them do. GINGER (on screen): We are nothing, Bridget. Nothing but blood and fur and the inevitable decay of suburban youth. YOU (rolling eyes): Cool. But maybe shut up and, you know… transform already? NARRATOR: At minute sixty-one, the mind begins to fray. Dialogue once merely clunky now assaults the senses like a blender filled with angst. Metaphors don’t land — they crash. Subtext isn’t sub — it’s a brick with MESSAGE written on it, lobbed at your forehead. BRIDGET (on screen): Do you think dying will make us different, or just less disappointing? YOU: I think finishing this movie will make me different. NARRATOR: And yet, you press on. Because somewhere under this mountain of moody word-vomit is a werewolf. Somewhere beneath the pretension is a story worth telling. And if you survive the final thirty minutes, maybe — just maybe — you’ll find it. FADE OUT.
- Shane LynchSeptember 21, 2025Great start, very Canadian, kinda lost me in the second half but overall very entertaining!
