Hell Has a New Language: Inside 7eventh 7irkle

 7eventh 7irkle, the eleventh installment of Ty Brueilly’s Shucks cinematic world, isn’t merely a film but a feverish, infernal free fall inspired by Canto XIII of Dante’s Inferno, where punishment becomes poetry and terror turns into strangely seductive ritual.

From the first flickering frame, Brueilly makes it clear: this isn’t a safe viewing experience. It’s an initiation. Viewers are transported into a symbolic landscape where image and sound collide like tectonic plates. Shadowy figures move through cavernous spaces, their costumes oscillating between myth and nightmare, while an experimental score pounds like a heartbeat lost in the dark. This isn’t horror in the traditional sense. It’s a kind of alchemical unease—a cinematic séance meant to unearth what we bury deep.

Brueilly’s ambition is undeniable. Musically and visually, 7eventh 7irkle is his most experimental work to date, a daring departure from earlier chapters of his expanding universe. The editing feels almost ritualistic, cutting like a blade and then drifting like smoke, creating a rhythm that unsettles as much as it seduces. The use of real-world locations adds an eerie tactility these aren’t sets, they’re scars on the earth, breathing beneath the lens.

Of course, the work’s greatest strength also exposes its cracks. Filming with a lower-quality phone gives the imagery an unintentional VHS grunge that lives somewhere between retro aesthetic and lost potential. It’s too sharp to feel authentically lo-fi and too soft to match the ambition of its vision, a paradox that occasionally blunts the film’s impact. Clarity suffers, especially in moments that beg to be sharp enough to wound.

Yet, in a strange way, that imperfection becomes part of the myth. 7eventh 7irkle is not a polished descent but a jagged one.

Brueilly has always walked the tightrope between concept and chaos, but here, he dances on it. The result is something jagged, unrepentantly strange, and undeniably personal. It doesn’t guide you through the seventh circle—it pushes you headfirst into it and whispers: choose enlightenment or confinement.

Whether you emerge enlightened, disturbed, or both is up to you.