Jane Schoenbrun’s latest fever dream, Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma

Cannes got drenched in blood, queer angst, and summer-camp horniness this week thanks to filmmaker Jane Schoenbrun and their latest fever dream, Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma. Because apparently the only thing more terrifying than a masked killer in the woods is being perceived as a teenager.

The upcoming slasher is already generating buzz for blending campy horror with emotional identity crises, neon-drenched visuals, and the kind of raw vulnerability that makes A24 fans whisper “cinema” while clutching overpriced cigarettes outside the theater. Schoenbrun described the film as “a slasher movie about the horror of becoming a person,” which honestly sounds exhausting but deeply on brand.

Set at a chaotic summer camp full of sexually confused teens, emotional spirals, and inevitable body counts, the film leans hard into the idea that adolescence itself is the monster. Schoenbrun reportedly called it “a movie where sex and death feel spiritually intertwined,” which is either profound art-house commentary or just what happens when Tumblr kids finally get movie budgets.

The director also explained that they wanted to capture “the feeling of being trapped in a body and social role that doesn’t make sense to you,” giving the project its distinctly queer psychological edge beneath all the stabbing and screaming. Basically: Friday the 13th for people who own Criterion subscriptions and cry during synth music.

And honestly? Cannes ate it up. Because nothing says prestige film festival quite like emotionally shattered teenagers making out in the woods moments before someone gets axed behind a fog machine.