ROSARIO – Review

Constanza Gutierrez as “Griselda” in the Horror film ROSARIO, a Mucho Mas Releasing release. Photo courtesy of Mucho Mas Releasing.

ROSARIO is a body horror film, with a dead body and a possible curse from an Afro-Cuban religion, Palo Mayombe, at the heart of it. While director Felipe Vargas’ ROSARIO has an interesting basic idea, the cast is good and it does have some great practical effects, the script by Alan Trezza does not live up to the idea’s potential. Too often the main character does those same dumb things everyone seemed to do in 1970s horror films, time and again, letting curiosity overcome fear and dumb ideas bulldoze common sense. And much of what happens seems to be there just to set up the next horror effect. Admittedly, those practical effects are very good but you have to have a story that makes sense too.

That main character is named Rosario, and we first meet her as a little girl, at a party for her First Communion. ROSARIO opens with text describing the Afro-Cuban religion Palo, which has overlaps with other Afro-Caribbean religious practices. At the party, little Rosario is surrounded by family, friends,and her proud Catholic immigrant parents. When her father Oscar Fuentes (Zosé Zúñiga) gathers the family for a prayer, Rosario goes to get her grandmother Griselda (Constanza Gutierrez), who is in her room, to join in for the prayer. But grandma refuses, saying Rosario’s parents’ religion is not her religion. In grandma’s room, Rosario notices something strange things, like a trail of dirt leading to the closet and some blood on grandma’s hand, but questions get the little girl quickly shoo-ed out of the room.

Years later, we find the grown Rosario (Emeraude Toubia), now calling herself Rose, at work with a New York investment company. She gets a call from her grandma on the phone, but instead of answering, she ignores it. Later, the phone rings again but now it is the superintendent of grandma’s apartment building, who tells her that grandma has died and asks Rosario to come. Feeling guilt, she does, even though a monster snowstorm is now starting to envelop the city. She makes it to grandma’s rundown apartment building, where the super lets her in. Now the storm is so bad, it’s unclear if an ambulance can get there to pick up the body. Rose’s dad calls her, and says he’s on the way from Atlantic City, and warns her not to go into the apartment and be alone with the body, but she decides to enter the apartment anyway.

A number of strange things that happen while Rose/Rosario is alone with the dead body, much of it creepy, and some voodoo-like stuff comes into the story. There is a hidden room, secret books and cauldrons, plenty of candles, and something about a curse. Often what Rosario does while in grandma’s apartment doesn’t make a lot of sense, actions that mostly seem take place to create excuses for some cool practical effects.

Actually, ROSARIO is more creepy or gross-out body horror than scary. Most of the story takes place in grandma’s apartment. There are plenty of twists and what are supposed to be surprises, but most make little sense, although usually coming with more cool special effects.

Those practical effects are well-done and if practical effects are what you want in horror, there is plenty to satisfy here. Director Vargas does a lot to set a creepy mood, with the rundown building and the on-going snowstorm, and some creepy characters, including the building’s supervisor. Another is a man who claims to be a neighbor (David Dastmalchian), who knocks on the door and says he wants to come in to retrieve an air-fryer he lent to grandma. Rosario is understandably wary but later when he returns, Rosario mistreats him mostly just for daring to ask for his appliance back.

In addition to its Latino-infused supernatural horror theme, ROSARIO touches on issues of the second-generation immigrant experience, with Rose/Rosario torn between wanting to appear “American” and yet still recognizing her own heritage and her parents’ immigrant experience, an old theme in American movies dating back to the silent era. Colombian-born director Felipe Vargas clearly wanted to integrate immigrant themes in this horror film, and except for some New York exteriors, most of the film was shot in Colombia.

The attempt to combine the two elements, horror and the immigrant experience, is an admirable idea but the result isn’t entirely successful, as the theme is too underdeveloped. The film’s production notes say Rosario’s parents are from Colombia but I didn’t hear that detail in the film, and Rosario even says, at one point, that her grandmother is from Mexico. There is a supernatural fantasy sequence about her parents’ harrowing journey crossing the border from Mexico to the U.S. but the film never explains the connection to Palo, the Afro-Cuban religion grandma practices. It doesn’t match up. Why would her Mexican grandmother be a follower of Palo, an Afro-Cuban practice? Wouldn’t her immigrant grandmother be from Cuban? The film never clarifies this, although other source reveal its practices are popular with some Mexican drug lords.

The use of Palo seems problematic in itself. We don’t really learn much about it, and it is mostly used as an excuse for voodoo-like spells and rituals, which Rose, surprisingly, learns quickly. Other Afro-Caribbean religions are not too fond of being used for “voodoo” scenes, and presumably practitioners of Palo would feel similarly.

Bottom line, if you are just interested in cool horror practical effects, ROSARIO has them. But if you want to be scared, rather than just grossed out, and if you want the story to make sense, well, this one isn’t for you. Which is a shame, since the idea had some potential. And, also, some might find using this Afro-Cuban religion in this way to be unsettling, even without the weird choice of connecting it to immigration from Mexico.

ROSARIO opens in theaters on Friday, May 2, 2025.

RATING: 1 out of 4 stars

TRUTH OR DARE (2018) – Review

Ah, it’s another special Friday, a day to avoid black cats while walking around a ladder in order to see a new horror flick at the multiplex. On this thirteenth, we’re not getting another incarnation of Jason Vorhees, or Freddie, Leatherface, or Michael Myers (the Halloween guy, behave!). Nope this flick is in a part of “Scare City” that’s a bit more genteel than where those dudes do their mayhem. That’s because (speaking of the thirteenth) this movie’s rated “PG-13”, an area that’s more in the wheelhouse of the company known as Blumhouse. Just in case you were thinking they’ve gone all “respectable’ with their Oscar win (Best Original Screenplay) for last year’s smash GET OUT, here’s another movie for teens who love to see slightly older, very photographic young adults in jeopardy. And just so you don’t confuse it with that ancient 1990’s Madonna documentary, the studio’s moniker precedes the title in all the marketing with Blumhouses’s TRUTH OR DARE.

The frights begin with a scene of savagery down south of the border prior to the title card. Cut to a sun-speckled college campus just north of said border, probably California (USC Sunnydale, perhaps). Perky, bright-eyed brunette Olivia (Lucy Hale) is speaking into her laptop screen, imploring the followers of her You Tube channel to join her for Spring break at a Habitat for Humanity site. Not so fast. Her roommate and BFF Markie (Violette Beane) insists that Olivia join the gang on a Spring break trip to Mexico. As Olivia hesitates, Markie and friends agree to work at the next H4H project (“Twelve hands are better than two”). And so, they pile into the gas-guzzlin’ vehicle. Markie’s got her beau (for whom Olivia secretly pines) Lucas (Tyler Posey), there’s another couple, hard-drinking Penelope (Sophia Ali) and shady drug dealer (he’s got a prescription pad) Tyson (Nolan Gerard Funk), along with the closeted (from his clueless cop dad) Brad (Hayden Szeto). After countless selfies and cell phone videos, the group convenes at a beach-side bar for the last night of the “vacay”. Unfortunately Olivia bumps into obnoxious party dude (same school) Ronnie (Sam Lerner) just before she meets the mysterious hunk Carter (Landon Liboiron). Darn, it’s last call, but Carter knows a secluded place where they can keep the party going. Wow, it’s a super-creepy old run-down church. Inside, Carter suggests they play a game of Truth or Dare. He ducks out quickly as the game reaches an uncomfortable end. Or has it? Back at school, seemingly possessed strangers (with sunken dark eyes and Joker-like grins) continue the game with the group. Some find out the hard way that you’ll pay the ultimate price for refusing to play. Oh, and lying in “truth” mode gets you killed. As does refusing a “dare”. As the bodies begin to pile up, Olivia realizes the game is cursed and tries to convince her friends as she figures out a way to end the game before it claims them all.

The simple plot is pushed forward mainly by the tag-team efforts of the film’s two main actresses. Of course, the central heroine is Hale, her sharp-angled bobbed do’ and accented eye shadow making her resemble an anime star, who has the difficult job of not only figuring out the deadly on-going game, and then struggling to convince those around her of the deadly danger. Unfortunately her role is too “squeaky-clean” with almost new flaws or foibles. Most of those are loaded onto the Markie character played with great energy by Beane (so good as Jesse “Quick” on TV’s “The Flash”), Still reeling from her father’s demise, Markie throws herself at any man, even grinding up against a stranger on the dance floor mere feet from her dull-witted steady guy. She’s the story’s true “wild card”, threatening Olivia, then refusing to the ‘dare’ to smash her hand minutes later.. The others are mainly “creepshow cannon fodder”, popping up to display bad behavior, then pay for their “dirty deeds”. We’re left to wonder why Penelope boozes to extreme excess. Why’s her man Tyson nearly as big a jerk as that lunk-headed horndog Ronnie? Plus it trivializes Brad’s big decision subplot. And why does it seem that Carter wondered in from a more interesting recent horror flick, IT FOLLOWS (he should be wearing a T-shirt with “bait’ printed in blood-red letters across the chest).

This trite exercise is a real step down for director and co-screen writer Jeff Wadlow after his last theatrical feature five years ago, the flawed but often entertaining KICK ASS 2. Of course, he’s loaded this up with telegraphed scares, fake-outs, and sound manipulations, which is still more watchable than the mind-numbing vacation montage that precedes the fateful night. At least the writers thought ahead and inserted a new rule that there could be no more than two “truths” before a deadly “dare”, which makes some characters go for the danger to spare the next player. Plus, the “ghoulish grin” CGI effect is powerful the first couple times, but its repetition blunts its impact. Those death punishments have none of the “Rube Goldberg” zaniness of the FINAL DESTINATION franchise. By the third act, Olivia and her pals are hopping back and forth over the border so frequently that we wonder why the border security didn’t hold them for questioning. It all winds up back at the now crumbling church that’s falls apart much like all the big estates and mansions at the end of the Corman Price/Poe pictures from the 50’s and 60’s. The finale is so muddled and clumsy that the set-up for a sequel is laughable. The producers will discover that those playing this game of TRUTH OR DARE will probably pass on another round.

1.5 Out of 5