There’s Someone Inside Your House Review: A Slasher For A New Generation – /Film
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News of the star quarterback’s death divides the school, with the obvious melodramatic devastation of his teammates and fellow jocks, and our cast of sardonic outcasts struggling to find empathy for the murder of someone who made their lives hell for years. Here we meet our protagonist, Makani (Sydney Park), who fled Hawaii after a traumatic event to start a new life for herself in rural Nebraska.
Makani is joined by gender non-conforming Darby (Jesse LaTourette), head bitch in charge Alex (Asjha Cooper), passionate slacker Rodrigo (Diego Josef), rebellious son of the richest man in town Zach (Dale Whibley), and gay football player Caleb (Burkely Duffield), whom the crew adopts into their friend group after the entire school is convinced he killed the football player in response to his hazing.
In previous years, such a diverse group of friends would feel out of place or like a forced agenda, but “There’s Someone Inside Your House” is quite reflective of the face of Zoomer friendships. Obviously cliques will always exist, but today’s teens tend to blur the lines of their social groups. This is the face of a modern friend group and in rural Nebraska, it makes perfect sense that the kids outside of the status quo would find community in one another.
Yet, there’s even an outcast from the outcasts: Théodore Pellerin’s character, Oliver, whom everyone is convinced is “a sociopath” and is Makani’s secret boyfriend. The roots of the romance plot in the novel exist in the relationship between these two, but much like most of our high school relationships, there’s really nothing mountain-moving about their love. They’re just two teens that get each other on a level their friends don’t seem to understand, and it leads to late-night makeout sessions in cars. They’ll forget about each other in a couple of years. This might sound like a criticism, but as a staunch supporter of normalizing “meh” relationships in high school movies, I’m all for it.