Josh Ruben and Aya Cash play writers trying to outscare each in other in a playful, patchy midnight movie with a timely sting in its tail
There’s a fine line, tonally, between knowing and smug, a line that writer-director Josh Ruben’s ambitiously contained
comedy horror Scare Me treads precariously, its story of storytellers telling stories to scare each other almost stumbling over its own ego. But while there are lapses, an overindulgence here and there, Ruben mostly keeps his canny debut feature afloat and us entertained, if not exactly scared …
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