IMPRESSIONS: Brian Rogers' "Screamers" co-presented by Abrons Arts Center and the Choc
Molly Leiber in Brian Rogers' Screamers. Photo by Jeff Larson.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Do you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart slapping against my chest as I watched Brian Rogers’ Screamers. Receiving its screening at Abrons Art Center and co-presented by the Chocolate Factory Theater (Rogers is the artistic director of the latter), the hourish-long film is as taut and tight as a nerve stretched to its breaking point. This, though, is no lurid gore fest where only the tropes exceed the body count. Instead, Screamers inhabits the psychological realm where reality has been shattered into fragments of memory and figments of imagination. The viewer is cast as a sleuth, probing what’s real and what’s not to arrive at an answer that may say more about him, her, or them than the actual film. The plot centers on former . . .
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