While reviewing the notorious video nasties that became popular with the arrival of home video, censor Enid goes about her day to day, until one day she watches a film that resembles the location her sister disappeared from years before. Triggering ger guilt over this past event, Enid descends further into the confusing and gory world of low budget horror film production. She soon becomes convinced that an actress in a film is her missing sister and is determined to bring her home.
Grief is meant to have five stages but when someone is stuck continuously in the denial, seriously bad things can happen. Denial gives people the excuse that they can justify almost any action. Being in denial makes you dangerous. This is one the lessons learned from Censor. The focus is pulled firstly to the video nasties era and censorship and whether we can be truly influenced by the films we watch. The film cleverly subverts this topic with a few lines of dialogue towards the end which could be the key to the madness. Enid’s grief is triggered not just by what she sees, but the hope and guilt that fuels her into believing her sister who disappeared years ago is still alive.
The video nasties were an era when home videos were booming. Filled with gore, violence and over acting coupled with low budget props and red paint. Being almost forbidden, they were sort after, being passed round under counters of video stores. As some films were banned, the demand became higher, as viewers were curious and hungry for the next horror they could watch. But this setting is background dressing for the story. It could even be taken that Censor is a character piece presented in a horror mystery package. The film does conform to reliable horror genre elements, which is not to say is a bad thing. There is a strange comfort in that you can feel the way things will play out at certain points, but it’s when Enid is in the woods which is where the story takes its most dramatic and bizarre turns, and it utterly brilliant. Commenting on how directors take a step too far in the name of their film, how no one can really understand where reality begins and the fakery ends. The woods are a gift to any horror film but here we blur the lines amongst the mist, the terrifying cabin, the blood and the in trees.
While Enid is working as a censor, it’s almost like a default, this is how she lives until her mind is expanded by the past and present all laid out in front of her to watch. It’s as if she has been lying dormant all these years and now, she finally shows her true self. Even though there are terrifying aspects to this story, the ending, however you view it, has that sense of finality even without a solid conclusion.
