‘Censor’ Review: Dirty Work

Gloomy in tone and grey in palette, “Censor” returns usually to a colorless screening room the place Enid (Niamh Algar), a conscientious British movie censor, scrutinizes a stream of gory exploitation motion pictures. It’s the 1980s, and the violence driving the unregulated home-video market has incited an ethical panic that’s filling the tabloids and politicians’ outraged speeches.

“Eye gouging must go!” Enid scribbles in her pocket book as the newest horror film unspools. Yet beneath her hot-librarian styling and prim method, Enid appears fragile and too-tightly wound. Then two issues occur that additional undermine her equilibrium: One of the movies she rated has impressed a freakish copycat homicide, and the general public has determined she’s guilty; and, extra disturbing, a scene in one other film eerily echoes her hazy recollections of her sister’s disappearance a few years earlier.

A homage of kinds to the low-budget trash of the interval — and a mordantly humorous jab at its excesses — “Censor” gazes on film historical past with type and dedication, however little obvious goal past simulation. Annika Summerson’s cinematography elegantly mimics the period’s grainy VHS aesthetics; however the director, Prano Bailey-Bond (who wrote the script with Anthony Fletcher), barely gestures towards the scrumptious irony of authorities railing in opposition to fictional brutality whereas the streets are erupting in real-life protests in opposition to Margaret Thatcher’s oppressive insurance policies.

Plagued by dreary pacing and weak plotting, “Censor” is much less a thriller than a portrait of lingering trauma and flaring delusion. The so-called “video nasties” furor of the time claimed that repeat viewing of unexpurgated horrors inspired a yearning for extra; Enid appears on monitor to show that thesis proper.

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Not rated. Running time: 1 hour 24 minutes. In theaters.