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16th Jun2025

‘Bogieville’ VOD Review

by Phil Wheat

Stars: Sean Cronin, Jonathan Hansler, Angela Dixon, Eloise Lovell Anderson, Arifin Putra | Written by Henry P. Gravelle | Directed by Sean Cronin

I went into Bogieville expecting another low-budget vampire flick buried beneath clichés. What I got instead was something far stranger, more ambitious, and occasionally gripping—a grimy, blood-drenched fever dream that stumbles often, but never lacks for vision.

Directed by and starring Sean Cronin, Bogieville is a curious blend of Southern Gothic horror, creature-feature grit, and outsider art-house. The story is set in a desolate trailer park run by an unsettling caretaker named Crawford, where a young couple, Ham and Jody, find themselves stranded after a car crash. What initially seems like a bizarre community of misfits soon reveals itself to be something far more sinister. Vampires, yes, but not the sleek, seductive kind. These are feral, primal predators, and Cronin’s own Madison—long-haired, ragged, growling—is the unholy alpha among them.

There’s a lot that works here. The vampires are genuinely monstrous, more beast than man, with makeup and effects that, while clearly constrained by budget, are done with a surprising amount of care and texture. You feel the grime of the setting in every frame. The film leans into grotesque imagery – bloody feeding scenes, snarling fanged faces, and guttural rituals – and it’s in these visceral moments that Bogieville finds its teeth.

Cronin, as director and lead, goes all in. His performance as Madison is intense, though often hampered by a growling vocal delivery that obscures much of his dialogue. Jonathan Hansler, as the eerily polite yet menacing Crawford, provides one of the film’s stronger supporting turns, while Angela Dixon’s Detective Mills and Eloise Lovell Anderson’s Jody deliver solid, if uneven, performances. Arifin Putra, as Ham, has moments of understated desperation, though the script gives him little to truly chew on.

Where Bogieville falters most is in pacing and tone. The film is uneven; some scenes drag on, while others feel underdeveloped. A subplot involving a police investigation fizzles out rather than building tension. The Southern U.S. setting, portrayed by a largely British cast, sometimes slips into caricature. And while the film’s dialogue tries to reach for philosophical depth, it often meanders or falls flat.

But for all its flaws, there’s something undeniably compelling about Bogieville. It feels like a genuine attempt to do something different with the vampire genre – to strip away the romance, the glamour, and remind us that these creatures are predators. It’s a dirty, desperate film. And while it’s rough around the edges, I found myself appreciating its rawness and ambition.

Bogieville may not be a great film, but it is an original one. It bites, it bleeds, and it never apologises for what it is. And in an era of sanitised supernatural stories, that alone makes it worth a look.