Midnight Mass features a poster of Se7en that I owned as a teen
Mike Flanagan’s latest horror series questions who gets to determine what is and isn’t a sin
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Hello, I’m Jared Richards, editor of Netflix Pause and — as much as I try to fight it — a baby when it comes to horror (and in a few other ways, but let's not get into that now). That being said, horror is one of my favourite genres. Men — we contain multitudes!
But this week, I decided to be an adult for a moment and watched The Haunting Of Hill House and The Haunting Of Bly Manor creator Mike Flanagan’s latest supernatural series Midnight Mass without closing my eyes in the scary bits. (Fine, it happened a few times, but old habits die hard.)
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It’s never mentioned directly during Midnight Mass’ seven episodes, but when our handsome, troubled protagonist Riley Flynn (Zach Gilford) returns to the tiny fishing island he grew up on, after four years in jail for drink-driving and manslaughter, he sleeps below a poster of the David Fincher movie Se7en.
The rest of his childhood bedroom, mostly untouched since his teen years, is non-descript. Se7en is an odd film to venerate as a teen: I say this because I, too, had that exact poster in my teen bedroom. I was drawn to its Big, Serious Themes about morality: A serial killer taking revenge on a society who daily indulges in and promotes God’s deadly sins? That’s deep, dude! We really do live in a society! (Brad Pitt was also very important to me, for obvious gay reasons.)
Riley’s interest in sin comes from growing up deeply committed to the Catholic Church. The hundred-population Crockett Island has St. Patrick’s at its civic centre, and Riley was once an altar boy and disciple of Monsignor Pruitt — a man now suffering dementia in his 80s, and recently sent with the town’s donations to Israel for a pilgrimage. Pruitt is due to return to the island the week Riley arrives, but an illness means the church sends the charming priest Paul Hill (Hamish Linklater) to cover while Pruitt recovers in hospital.
Riley and Paul both arrive to find a dying town, as each year more and more people leave after the fishing industry struggles to recover from an oil spill. But this priest is a burst of energy — at his most impassioned, he’s giving not Cher, but a mixture of Fleabag’s Hot Priest with Robert Pattinson in The Devil All The Time.
But let’s get to the horror! The call is coming from inside the house, as characters battle their internal demons: Riley’s alcoholism has ruined his life, and other addictions across the town create everyday terrors. There’s a little more going on too, though. Is there a strange creature on the loose (It’s probably nothing, right)? And wait, could that huge ancient chest the priest lugged onto the island have anything to do with it? And that energetic priest is a little weird, hey? Then add in hundreds of dead cats washed ashore (Shawn Mendes would be right to say it’s giving Twin Peaks), and you’ve got an unnerving, intelligent psychological horror so compelling (and pretty) that I watched it in the dark (instead of, you know, turning on every single light in the house and ruining the fun).
Even with all of that going on, it’s corruption of the scriptures that are the most divisive force on Crockett Island, as the self-appointed town leader Bev Keane (Samantha Sloyan), a pious and beyond passive-aggressive church volunteer, cherry-picks verses for her own cruel needs. Keane seeks to ostracise all ‘sinners’, whether they’re alcoholics, unwed pregnant women, or Muslims. Pardon the blasphemy, but oh my God, she’s among the most (delightfully) detestable characters of 2021.
Propelling Midnight Mass to its bloody finish is a fury running through it, pointed at those who feign benevolence to judge others or act out a higher power’s ‘plan’. Speeches on morality in between bloodbaths can be naff (Se7en, hello??), but Midnight Mass balances the two impulses well. Like Paul Schrader’s First Reformed, it’s a scathing excavation of moral corruption, always remaining empathetic to the why behind the scramble, a compulsion to make suffering meaningful.
I was a little surprised that my own bloodlust rose while watching: I’m usually too much of a wuss to enjoy carnage, but there’s something to be said for reckoning for our sins. Maybe that’s why both the teen Riley and I loved Se7en enough to put its ugly promotional poster up on our walls.
Midnight Mass is streaming on Netflix from 5pm AEST.
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The Haunting Of Hill House & The Haunting Of Bly Manor, Mike Flanagan’s other limited horror series, respectively based off the works of Shirley Jackson and Henry James. ‘Elevated horror’ is a bit of a reductive term (it’s all a metaphor, babe), but Flanagan adopts the best of the genre’s recent trends (cerebral scares) while steering clear of over-labouring, instead letting the horror speak for itself.
Gerald’s Game and Hush, if you want to dive deeper into Flanagan’s oeuvre. Hush is a slasher about a deaf woman being taunted by a masked murderer; Gerald’s Game sees a wife struggle to survive after her husband has a heart attack mid-coitus, leaving her handcuffed to the bed.
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Brand New Cherry Flavour, a new body horror series set in the scariest place on Earth: Los Angeles’ film industry. After a vindictive producer asks a witch (Catherine Keener) to curse hopeful director Lisa, she has to deal with all manner of supernatural issues — including routinely vomiting up kittens. Bizarre and gross, like a wonderful cross of Lynch and Cronenberg.
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I believe “Se7en” is an homage to Zach Gilford’s most prominent role. He played Matt Saracen, or Seven, in “Friday Night Lights.” His character was nicknamed ‘Seven’ by Billy Riggins. Seven was his jersey number in the show.