Horror, particularly some version of an internalized monster, as a metaphor for emerging sexuality, burgeoning romantic feelings, and family life engulfed in turmoil is nothing new. In My Animal, director Jacquelin Castel and writer Jae Matthews use this approach to tell the bittersweet tale of a young outsider wrestling with dark secrets, primal urges, and new love.
Movies franchises based on a series of young adult novels
have, let’s just call it a checkered past. For every Harry Potter and Hunger Games, we get a flailing series
like Divergent that limped along for a few chapters, and
nonstarters like The Fifth Wave and The Mortal Instruments:
City of Bones, that never get off the ground. So, audiences are wary
about endeavors of this ilk, but that’s not going to stop Hollywood from trying.
The latest attempt is The Darkest Minds. I know nothing about
this saga, but I’m actually kind of into the new trailer for the film.