I was all-in for Clayface. Prior to James Gunn’s arrival at the helm, none of the recent incarnations of DC’s superhero universe have worked for me, all too po-faced or pious, but now, under Gunn’s stewardship, things seemed like they’d veer a bit more into the frivolous territory I enjoy. And then the trailers began to appear.
In James Watkins’ Clayface, up-and-coming Hollywood favorite Matt Hagen (Tom Rhys Harries) is disfigured in a brutal attack, his face covered in career-ending scars, so he opts for an experimental treatment that has…a few side-effects. His body starts getting awfully melty. It’s an origin story for the Batman villain, basically, but extra-gross.
When the first trailer arrived back in April, Rebekah covered it in a post sporting the headline, “DC’s New Clayface Looks Great—Wait, Oh My God, No, Absolutely Not.” But I figured, no, I’m cool with this! I loved that it was looking like a full-on horror flick set within the same universe as the breezy Superman, and that final jumpscare as he smears his face away was just perfect.
By trailer number two, which Zack headlined “ Oh, Man, The Clayface Movie Is Even Grosser Than I Thought It’d Be In New Trailer ,” I’ll admit I began to waver. It wasn’t all the face-smooshing, the way his skin was hideously growing across his mouth and eyes, nor even the terror with which Hagen reacts to all this. It was the scene with the scissors in the airplane bathroom.
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