The Sacrament

Ti West, the low-fi horror maven and cornerstone of the mumblegore (mumblecore gone bloody) genre, doesn’t so much reimagine the 1978 Jonestown Massacre in Guyana as he repositions it in the now. The details of an American cult relocated to foreign soil to avoid scrutiny and the tentacles of the law is uncanny in its historical abidance and a de facto spoiler to boot.
West, who made a name for himself with The Innnkeepers and V/H/S, goes the faux-documentary route, employing a jittery handheld lens in possession of one of the imperiled characters—a la The Blair Witch Project—as the unspeakable unfolds. The hook is that the three Americans who wind up in the remote jungles of South America run an underground web broadcast called VICE (the set looks like something garishly cheesy out of Videodrome) and practice “immersion journalism,” so when the sister of one of the trio goes missing after joining up with a sobriety group, the reclamation quest becomes natural fodder for a story. Patrick (Kentucker Audley), the generic hipster looking for his sis, ultimately doesn’t factor in so much and the film’s focus shifts to the hard-pressing Sam (AJ Bowen) and his cameraman, Jake (prolific indie stalwart du jour, Joe Swanberg), who remains largely out of view, toting the chalice of glimmer.
Once inside the Eden Parish compound, following some tense gun waving and cloak-and-dagger shenanigans to get there, there’s little mystery as to the whereabouts of Patrick’s sister, Caroline (Amy Seimetz); she’s ascended to a senior post and the three outsiders are suddenly granted free range access to converse with the rainbow-colored flock of former derelicts and addicts who “have nothing to hide.” Everything appears harmonious and tranquil, but as evening draws near, some unsettling developments give the journos pause for concern.