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The problem when you haven’t read Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake is how to say anything about Logan Berry’s new hybrid thing, Casket Flare.

But I refuse to see this as a problem.

Cos I’ve read the synopsis and, as I’ve said on the other four of these things that I’ve done, with experimental stuff, you can never be right, you probably won’t even come close, and I’m pretty certain I’ll come even less close than someone who’s read Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake so…

What is the synopsis of Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake?

‘Camp Crystal Lake is on fire, and everything’s been exhumed!!! In the burning forest it’s impossible to distinguish between the killers, the campers, and the camp counselors. 

A cursed book wrought from a cursed planet, Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake is a fetish-object emanating oblique fan fictions and haunted eco-poetics. Where hedonistic teens perform hedonistic plays on an outdoor stage, where Sky Ferreira sings of cow disease, where campers make art out of toxic wreckage–the killers lurk! Berry has created a textualized slasher, brought to you in moldy technicolor splendor, that will fuel your nightmares for years to come.’ 

First off, this clearly has nothing to do with the Friday the 13^th series cos it says campers and most of the films don’t bother with them. They much prefer to slaughter the counsellors/locals.

Not sure who Sky Ferreira is.

The killers apparently lurk in a textualized slasher so there should be murdering at some point within the madness.

Can a slasher work if something more intelligent is going on?

Spec: a group of counsellors are both on their way to and already at Camp Crystal Lake. They have dozens of activities planned out – mostly singing and stage plays – and even when some of them start to disappear or turn up in random body parts, they still persist with the show. Behind the façade is a sad desperation to escape, yet something ineffable in the camp itself will not let them leave. Finally, the killer appears and attempts to drown himself in the lake. As he sinks to the bottom, chained to a plastic anchor, the lake bed gives way and he drops into a shack that he has been living in ever since he drowned as a child. Meanwhile, the remaining counsellor glues the microphone to her hand and sings to the corpses of her friends, something about sunny times ahead. She attempts to cry but shrieks hysterically instead. Shifts right to left, left to right, right to left, left to right while doing so. Cut to: a turtle traipsing slowly over an artificial lunar landscape, in monochrome, with another moon hovering in the near distance.