X Movie Trilogy Review

X

Completely underrated. Criminal, honestly. Three separate movies that actually stand on their own but still feel like one twisted fever dream stitched together. It’s smart, it’s cohesive, and it gives you everything you want without the extra filler bullshit.

X — The kickoff. A group of wannabe porn stars rent a crusty old shack in Texas to film their “big break.” Let’s just say… things go sideways, and not in the ways you’d expect.

And if the porn backdrop of X makes you clutch your pearls — relax. Just skip it. Pearl is way lighter in that department, but just as deliciously unhinged.

Pearl — The prequel. A farm girl with big Hollywood dreams, bright eyes, and just the tiniest touch of psycho. Endearingly creepy, uncomfortably relatable. Mia Goth basically acts her way into your nightmares and you like it.

This might honestly be my favorite movie right now. Not because it’s cozy or rewatchable comfort — it’s the opposite. I don’t play it on repeat, but I think about it constantly. It’s so smart, and Mia Goth is so goddamn believable it feels like she crawled right out of your subconscious. The whole thing tickled my brain in a way most movies can’t even touch.

MaXXXine — The aftermath. One survivor from X claws her way through neon-soaked 80s Hollywood, chasing fame like it owes her money. Fame, filth, sleaze, synths. It’s glossy chaos and somehow the perfect capstone.