Anything That Moves

After having sex for money, an innocent Chicago food delivery boy finds himself involved in a series of murders.

Sexploitation. Left gathering dust on the shelves of the 70s. John Waters isn’t coming out with new-smelling trash, wackos don’t chase anyone around with chainsaws in Texas – Alex Phillips’ “Anything That Moves” hopes to remedy that.

The protagonist, Liam, is a courier come sex worker, riding his bike around Chicago servicing his regular, sex-hungry clients. But one day, someone starts killing his clientele one by one.
 
Popping colours, dry dialogue and sexually confusing pizza guys deliver an authentic sexploitation experience, setting its bold and zany-cringey tone in the film’s first minutes. This is not a cheap, plastic parody – it’s a carefully assembled time machine. DP Hunter Zimny (“Funny Pages”, 2022) paints a nostalgic and fresh picture, offering a drink of ice-cold water in the midst of modern-day grey streaming-service sludge. “Anything That Moves” takes the formula of a good bad movie and akin to Jackson Pollock, throws it onto the canvas.
 
NB! This film is not suitable for those easily distraught (or prudes).
 
Joonas Lass