Jane Schoenbrun's Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma has received an R rating for "bloody violence, gore, sexual content, graphic nudity, drug use, and some language."

That's not just an R rating. That's a hard R. That's the MPAA basically saying "we tried to give this an NC-17 but technically it passes."

And honestly? Good. Schoenbrun is one of the most exciting voices in horror cinema right now, and after the arthouse success of I Saw the TV Glow, they've earned the right to get genuinely weird and transgressive.

The title alone tells you what kind of movie this is. Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma sounds like a 1980s VHS slasher that played at 2am on USA Network. It's deliberately exploitative, deliberately genre. But Schoenbrun makes elevated horror - so you're going to get all that blood and nudity filtered through a queer, deeply personal lens.

This is what horror cinema should be: provocative, uncomfortable, pushing boundaries. The genre has spent the last decade trying to be "elevated" and "respectable," chasing Oscar nominations and critical praise. Schoenbrun seems to be saying: actually, let's get back to making horror horrifying.

The rating suggests we're getting full-on body horror, probably some psychosexual content, definitely gore. Schoenbrun's previous work has explored identity and dysphoria through metaphor; it's likely this film does the same through more explicit imagery.

Hollywood has been trying to figure out what to do with Schoenbrun since We're All Going to the World's Fair became a cult hit. They're too weird for mainstream horror, too artful for pure exploitation, too queer for the multiplex.

So they just keep making exactly the movies they want to make, and the audience finds them. Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma will probably play at Sundance, get a limited theatrical release, and then become essential viewing for a generation of horror fans.

That R rating isn't a warning. It's a promise.