Bodies Bodies Bodies Is a Funny, Bloody Ode to Gen Z

This review originally ran as part of Paste’s SXSW 2022 coverage
In a way, Halina Reijn’s Bodies Bodies Bodies is a bloodbath long before the first of its characters drops dead. The film opens with new couple Sophie (Amandla Stenberg) and Bee (Maria Bakalova), who are en route to wait out a hurricane at a coked-up house-party courtesy of Sophie’s friend-group. Already in attendance at the gathering are aspiring actress Emma (Chase Sui Wonders), her frenzied, machismo millennial of a boyfriend with self-proclaimed big-dick energy, David (who else but Pete Davidson), fun-loving space-cadet Alice (Rachel Sennott) and her hunky forty-year-old Tinder boytoy, Greg (Lee Pace), and perpetual skeptic Jordan (Myha’la Herrold).
From the moment the friends first convene on David’s pool deck, catty drama thrives like bacteria in a petri dish. From piercing words between ex-lovers Sophie and Jordan, to the glaring incompatibilities between David and Emma, the explosive social tensions of Bodies are bound to have its audience bracing for bloodshed within the first 10 minutes. So what do the characters do to lighten the mood? Participate in a party game that requires them to pretend to kill each other, of course. What could possibly go wrong?
The game “bodies bodies bodies” is all about identifying a killer among a group. Unsurprisingly, when this particular crowd plays it, it only accentuates the underlying tensions among them. Emma accuses David of gaslighting her, which he responds to by gaslighting her into thinking that gaslighting isn’t a real word. Then he mocks Greg to his face in a squeamish exchange. All the while, Bee is, like us, an increasingly uncomfortable onlooker.
Just moments after the game ends, Bodies descends into an actual feverish, gory whodunit. A murder mystery always carries the potential to be more of a revealing character study than it is a film about simply finding the killer. Indeed, the former is tough to pull off in an authentic and actually interesting way, but that’s exactly what Reijn has accomplished here, alongside writers Sarah DeLappe, Chloe Okuno, and Kristen Ropeunian (“Cat Person”).
I know what you’re thinking. Films about Gen Z are more often than not cloying, on-the-nose and condescending. Not this one. In Bodies, Reijn manages to hold her finger on the pulse of a group of wealthy, chronically online, and inordinately woke early-twenty-somethings while keeping the action surprising and the characters sympathetic the whole way.