Leviticus — Review

There’s a reason so many works of queer fiction gravitate toward the horror genre. At its core, the genre is founded on fear—something the queer community is all too familiar with: the fear of not fitting in, of not being accepted, of being ostracized or forced to stifle the most authentic version of yourself.  Even homophobia is driven by fear, as its etymology suggests, positioning horror as a particularly fitting lens through which queer experiences can be explored. With his directorial debut, Leviticus, Adrian Chiarella channels these fears—both internalized and externalized—into something tangible, revealing that the true monster is not a creature, but anxiety and social rejection rooted in homophobia.