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# Duh-Damned: 'Method'
- URL: https://www.moviegoingwithbill.com/method-review/
- Published: 2026-08-04T11:03:43.000Z
- Updated: 2026-08-04T11:03:43.000Z
- Description: Making movies is murder. Watching them can be painful. This is somewhere in between.
- Author: Bill Arceneaux
- Tags: Reviews, #score-3

## Dear Moviegoers,

Few things, close or far between, make me laugh harder than the story of “the duct tape bandit,” featured prominently on an episode of World’s Dumbest Criminals. Brief story short, it was about a Kevin Federline-acting loser who chose to wrap his head and face in duct tape, without any buffer from skin to glue. Caught, he proclaimed, strongly, that it wasn’t him. 

Oops.

Similar feelings were felt when watching the slasher-ish *Method*, directed by and starring Chandler Balli. In this little independent production that could (and did), Balli plays an extension of himself - a director who is deadset on making a great horror movie. In his character’s case, it’s the third in a trilogy that features the monstrous killer Tapeface, whose mask is, yes, made completely out of duct tape. Thankfully for the real actor Travis Lee Prine, the covering is more like a helmet than anything, making it more comfortable than the true crime thief of prior. 

*Method* could easily be of the Tubi variety, a horror that goes beyond its means only to be an embarrassing if passionate venture. Indeed, there are flubs and glitches here and there, from poor audio capture to lighting most difficult. But, technical issues aside, *Method* knows what it is, knows how to move in and out of its range, and knows how to break loose and go nuts when it ought to. If it were to be on Tubi, it’d be a diamond among the rough ones.

One by one, the cast of Tapeface 3 are knocked off for real by the two-man crew of director and lead villain, who participate in these murders as meek psychopath and auteur voyeur. *Method* acts as a comedy for its first half, with near slapstick antics in how bodies pile up and with the shifty and shady attitude of Balli’s unwieldy and off-kilter filmmaker within a film. His schtick gets grating after a while, but all of a sudden turns aggressively anxious as his hidden snuff movie gets out of hand. For the remainder of *Method*, the horror becomes frighteningly terrific and deviously disturbing, making me cringe and wince more often than not.

I’m reminded of the Netflix documentary *Don’t F with Cats!*, which made me look over my shoulder while watching. Mind you, I was more secure here than there with *Method*, but these types of people, from the crooked and crazy Tapeface to the uber-vaped director, do exist in our world and are bad days away from doing bad things. It’s amazing how such a tonal shift can change one's perspective and grant grace where there was little to none. 

Astounding in its last moments but still somewhat cheap throughout, *Method* gets high marks for going the cinematic distance. Accentuate the positives, hide or deny the negatives. Surely, this is the kind of movie that will catch on with the late-night crowd of scrolling streamers and Insta-punks. Bandits be damned, duct tape works wonders. **3/5**

## Sincerely Yours in Moviegoing,

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