Chicago Rot: A Bloody Kaleidoscope

Let me tell you, mates, Chicago Rot isn’t your typical Friday night flick. It’s like a mix of heavy metal music smashed with grim fairy tales, no joke. Think less “Mamma Mia,” more “Pan’s Labyrinth” but with street fights and grit. This little number is full-throttle insanity—in the best way, of course.

The story, as it unfolds, revolves around a character called Les, played by Brendan Fletcher. Now, if you haven’t heard of him before, you’re in for a ride. This isn’t Fletcher’s first rodeo with intense roles, but here he’s just on another level. You can practically smell the leather and sweat — not the most pleasant image, but somehow fitting.

Director Dorian Weinzimmer, who isn’t a household name but she’ll get there one day, approaches the narrative like she’s painting with blood and ominous alley shadows. It’s got this bizarrely artistic feel—sort of like a fever dream where you squint through the chaos and sometimes it makes sense, ya know?

Now, sitting in the theater, I was thrown back to those late-night sessions in my youth, when Ingmar Bergman made me question my whole existence. While “Chicago Rot” ain’t your “Wild Strawberries,” it definitely nudged those nostalgic buttons.

And let’s not sugar-coat it. This film’s kind of a mashup of everything dark and twisted: revenge, weird mysticism, and pretty gnarly fight scenes. There were moments I wondered if they cooked up the script on the back of a napkin at some dive bar in Stockholm.

But oh, there’s a certain charm in its chaos. Y’see, it’s like when you find an old vinyl record and it’s all scratched up but still golden. If you fancy films that are a bit out there, give “Chicago Rot” a go. It might just worm its way into your curious brain.

Check the trailer below