Hokum, 2026.

Written and Directed by Damian McCarthy.
Starring Adam Scott, Peter Coonan, David Wilmot, Florence Ordesh, Will O’Connell, Michael Patric, Brendan Conroy, Austin Amelio, Ezra Carlisle, Mallory Adams, and Sioux Carroll.

Synopsis:

A horror writer visits an Irish inn to scatter his parents’ ashes, unaware the property is said to be haunted by a witch.

In writer/director Damian McCarthy’s audacious haunted hotel ride Hokum (the follow-up to the filmmaker’s horror grab bag Oddity, which demonstrated a wealth of solid ideas that never quite fully came together, even if the result was undeniably atmospheric and spooky), Adam Scott’s seemingly celebrated writer’s-blocked Ohm Bauman hates happy endings and he is currently struggling to come up with his latest downer of a finale.  As the rest of the plot begins to kick in, one begins to wonder if Damian McCarthy will feel the same way. For a film eager to please with the occasional jump scare and familiar folklore, including witches and ghosts, the story itself is rather dark, with one harrowing revelation after another.

There is also a stroke of brilliance in casting Adam Scott, as the miserable novelist is amusingly a jerk to nearly everyone he comes across, pulling from his persona as a comedic actor, playing a character as miserable as the disturbing books he writes (he is working on something called The Conquistador Trilogy, and it seems to be popular enough with those around him recognizing his identity and wondering how it will end). It is also worth mentioning that a framing device shows glimpses of the creative process behind this ending, featuring a man and a young boy (Austin Amelio and Ezra Carlisle, respectively) stranded in a desert, facing harsh choices. Admittedly, this makes for a jarring opening (brilliant editing transitions notwithstanding), though by the end it becomes clear why these scenes are necessary to the overall narrative.

Nevertheless, Ohm has retreated to the Irish countryside hotel that was once a honeymoon for his deceased parents, possibly having delayed his wanting of spreading their ashes there while also hoping the setting will bring him some inspiration. As mentioned, he isn’t interested in making any friends, telling a bartender (Florence Ordesh) who is opposed to his cruel book endings that maybe she will enjoy one of the “shitty movie adaptations” sanitized with a happy ending (doubling as a humorous industry inside joke), brushing off a nearby homeless wanderer living in the woods (David Wilmot) speaking of potions made from goat milk that can open the mind into seeing and experiencing the supernatural, physically harming a fan bellhop (Will O’Connell) writing for free in his spare time (which the self absorbed author quickly puts down not being a real writer), and irritating other hotel staff.

Soon after establishing Ohm’s rude relations to these characters, there is a tragic incident that occurs that won’t be spoiled, both revealing more about the state of his mind while also pushing the story forward roughly two weeks, just in time for the hotel’s closing time for the season, and a mystery involving the disappearance of that aforementioned bartender. On the one hand, you see Damian McCarthy working overtime to find small contrivances and the machinations at work to get this plot into motion, with Ohm finding himself alone in the hotel at night to investigate, feeling guilty and partly responsible for what happened.

It takes a bit of time to accept that the film is rushing past something severe that just happened to the writer, transitioning into horror mode. Damian McCarthy still has some ways to go as a screenwriter, in that he overstuffs his movies with concepts and ideas that don’t always feel smoothly executed. However, that is more than made up for with otherwise confident storytelling, unafraid to gradually reveal the answers to major plot points fairly early on. Even having most of the information, how this will end is anyone’s guess, and part of what makes this such an electric fright show at times

By giving viewers answers to some of those other questions, it allows for greater focus on Ohm as a character and on his past, which is, perhaps unsurprisingly, riddled with trauma. Ohm also has to contend with a witch who may or may not be contained in the abandoned honeymoon suite, as he hopes to find traces of the missing woman, while also reckoning with the past and how it has negatively influenced who he is today and his nihilistic writing.

With unsettling reflection shots from the corner of a TV screen, a terrifying animatromic at one point divulging some back story, the sheer dread that comes from this isolation, other supernatural presences, some truly creepy production design spanning creepy miniature statues (sometimes homed in on to showcase their unsettling voyeuristic eyes) that play a part opening up other areas of the suite (parts of the film are akin to watching Adam Scott solving puzzles inside a Resident Evil game), and a tense sequence in which the novelist desperately tries to alert someone for help once he becomes locked in an area, the direction is strikingly confident, propulsively eerie, and certainly makes entertaining use of the numerous ingredients. Hokum is fiendishly fun without losing any sense of what it wants to say about its lonely, abrasive, troubled writer.

Flickering Myth Rating – Film: ★ ★ ★ / Movie: ★ ★ ★ ★

Robert Kojder

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Four awesome stars

If you watch more dark genre productions than anything else, then surely one of the characters will be less familiar to you than the other three. Fortunately, she does an excellent job, and as she’s the proverbial “straight man” in the comedy elements, it works perfectly fine if you have no prior knowledge of her work.

Her name is Lola Tung, and most will probably recognize her as the star from The Summer I Turned Pretty. However, it’s worth noting that she has another genre movie coming out in 2026. The next Osgood Perkins (Keeper) movie, The Young People, is expected to have a release date later in 2026.

So, while Lola Tung is moving into these genre productions, we have three other stars already doing well within our dark corner of entertainment.

One of them is a personal favorite of mine: Victoria Pedretti. From The Haunting of Hill House to The Haunting of Bly Manor (where she was the star), on to YOU and, most recently, Something Very Bad Is Going to Happen, Victoria Pedretti just always makes everything better!

Rounding out the coven is the leader, played by Lili Reinhart, who was brilliant in American Sweatshop, and the fourth member, played by Alexandra Shipp, who played a title character in Tragedy Girls.

Also in the cast is Gabrielle Union (Breaking In), but you need to stay for the end-credit scene to actually see her. Before this, you only hear her voice.

It’s been nearly 30 years since the untimely passing of singer songwriter Jeff Buckley. An artist who is lauded as being one of the most talented of his time and also continues to be a poster child for the “what if” possibility of a musical legacy that never was.

Director Amy Berg (Janis Little Girl Blue, Deliver Us From Evil) has crafted a documentary that is both a love letter to Jeff Buckley’s short life, but also gives fascinating insight into the man from the women who loved him the most and his closest friends and former bandmates. Berg uses a heady mixture of archival footage, interviews, cassette recordings of voicemails, vox pops and animations to weave the narrative of Buckley’s life.

His mother, Mary Guibert (also executive producer) talks about how from birth, Jeff was gifted with an angelic voice, an immediate musical talent and a sensitive disposition. His father, singer songwriter Tim Buckley, left before he was born and was barely in his life. Jeff had resented the fact that he was repeatedly compared to his father. Tim died in 1975 at the age of 28, something that almost haunted Jeff through his life. And sadly the fact that Jeff passed so young at age 30 didn’t help those comparisons after his death.

Berg’s film though prefers to not linger on the sadness and brings us back to the love, adoration and admiration that those closest to him had. Two of Jeff Buckley’s key muses in his life were Rebecca Moore and Joan Wasser who both share some details of their relationships with Buckley; and with so many women involved in this project it definitely gives the film a female gaze and warmth. Often complimenting his sensitivity and desire to advocate for the women in his life and their influence on his music.

When he was first signed to Columbia, Buckley set himself a challenge of writing 100 songs in 5 weeks; that’s 20 songs a week. He was fixated on being seen as a proper songwriter with his own catalogue of songs and like many artists was his own worst critic. He was praised by musical peers like Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, Thom Yorke of Radiohead and he was fortunate enough to perform for and with his idols like Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Robert Plant. David Bowie is even quoted as saying ‘Grace’ is the best album ever made.

The paradox of his music was his raw feral rock energy influenced by Led Zeppelin as well as his ethereal angelic vocals inspired by Nina Simone or Edith Piaf. Songs like “Grace” or “Eternal Life” were full of raw anger whilst his cover of the Leonard Cohen song “Hallelujah” is revered as surpassing the original. A mix of a rock ‘n’ roller and a hipster chanteuse, he didn’t align with any of the current mainstream genres. Buckley was plagued with the dichotomy of wanting to be creative and put his feelings and emotions to music, but never wanted the trappings of fame or success that came with it.

Buckley’s career may have been short but it was wildly varied, performing in the tiny coffee house Sin-e in the East Village of New York where he was discovered by music executives through to stadiums and festivals in Europe. Initially when his first (and only) studio album ‘Grace’ was released, it was huge internationally but underperformed in the US charts. His record label insisted on him touring for nearly 3 years straight and then were demanding a follow up record to recoup.

As the pressure mounted, Buckley started falling deeper into a depressive state, worried that he could not live up to that first record. He retreated to a shack in Memphis to focus on writing his second record, tentatively titled ‘My Sweetheart The Drunk’. Those closest to Buckley recount him calling each of them to say how much he loved them and was sorry for any misgivings of the past. As the film nears its end it alludes to how Buckley may have even had bipolar or manic depression. His death, an accidental drowning in the Wolf River Harbour in Memphis Tennessee happened at 30 years of age. And whilst incorrectly mislabelled as a drug overdose by some media outlets or even a suicide, all those closest to him believe that was not the case and it was merely an accident.

For those not familiar with Jeff Buckley or his work, this is a comprehensive summation of Buckley’s all too short life and why he was considered such a luminary despite only ever releasing one official studio album. For those who loved him most, the grief and sadness Berg depicts is palpable. They lost a son, a lover, a friend, a bandmate. For fans of Buckley it reminds us of a talent that we were robbed of too soon. For all of us, his legacy is never over as new generations get an opportunity to discover his work, his talent lives on.

“It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley” is releasing through Piece of Magic Entertainment and screening in select Australian cinemas from 30 April 2026.