HELLAH HORRAH: Hell No Myth Descent: Anaconda

Tarot Card: The Fool (Play, Chaos, and the Return of Imagination)

Hellah’s back — and this time?

We’re running from the monster.

And, We’re laughing with it.

Let’s be honest.

Nobody came into this expecting subtlety.

Nobody came for prestige drama.

We came for:

The river.

The snake.

The chaos.

And somehow…

Anaconda (2025) said:

“What if we gave you all of that —

and made it smart?”

Because this film knows exactly what it is.

Meta. Self-aware. Slightly unhinged.

It winks at you while tightening the coil.

This isn’t just a reboot — it’s a conversation with its own legacy. A film that understands the original Anaconda was never just about fear. It was about spectacle. Camp. Adventure. That wild, slightly ridiculous energy that made you lean forward and say:

“Wait… is this serious??”

And the answer was always:

Yes. And no. And that’s the point.

Now let’s talk about the cast.

Because whew.

Jack Black — you already know.

You don’t watch him. You root for him.

He brings that chaotic sincerity that turns even the most absurd situation into something you emotionally invest in. He’s not just comic relief — he’s the heart beating inside the madness.

Then Thandiwe Newton — and THIS is where I got excited.

Because seeing her step into comedy like this?

Unexpected. Delicious. Controlled chaos.

She doesn’t just “do funny.”

She plays it like someone who knows exactly how dangerous the situation is… and still chooses to lean into the absurdity.

That’s skill.

And can we PLEASE talk about Kenny??

(You know exactly who I mean.)

That actor came in like:

“Oh, we’re having fun?? Say less.”

There’s something about watching someone who has range just let loose again. It reminds you why ensemble casts matter. Why chemistry matters. Why a group of creatives bouncing off each other will always outshine a solo performance trying too hard.

And then…

Paul Rudd.

Sir.

After your entire Marvel era, you come into this like:

“I’m still him. But now I’m playful about it.”

Meta on meta on meta.

Charming. Self-aware. Slightly ridiculous in the best way.

The most beautiful man alive??

Debatable.

But also…Not really.

Now let’s get to the real star.

The snake.

Because BABY.

That thing had me:

Screaming.

Laughing.

Clutching my invisible pearls.

The film doesn’t try to make the snake subtle or grounded.

It leans into the spectacle.

It understands that fear + humor = release.

You’re not just watching danger.

You’re experiencing it safely, with enough absurdity to remind you:

This is why we love movies.

And then there’s the river.

The river is not just a setting.

It’s a guide.

A narrative current pulling everyone forward whether they’re ready or not. Trusting it becomes part of the experience. Letting go of control becomes the point.

And the soundtrack??

Johnny Cash sliding through the jungle like a ghost narrator??

Please.

This is what I mean when I say film is a feeling.

Not just visuals. Not just plot.

But memory.

Nostalgia.

That deep, inner child moment where you remember what it felt like to imagine something bigger than yourself.

Because that’s what this film really does.

It reminds me:

👉 Why i picked up a camera

👉 Why creative collaboration matters

👉 Why friend groups making something together is still one of the most powerful forces in storytelling

This is The Fool card energy.

Not foolishness.

Freedom.

The willingness to try. To play. To create without overthinking. To jump into the unknown and trust that something meaningful will happen on the other side.

🔮

Tarot Card: The Fool

This film is a return to the beginning.

To curiosity.

To risk.

To imagination without apology.

It’s the reminder that not everything has to be heavy to be meaningful.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is:

Play again.

🖤

Final Hellah Truth

Not every horror film needs to traumatize you.

Some just need to remind you why you fell in love with storytelling in the first place.

And to Netflix:

Listen.

If you’re going to raise these prices…

You might as well hire Hellah.

Because I don’t just watch the films.

I read what they reveal.

— Hellah 🖤🩸🔮

Tya Alisa Anthony

Tya Alisa Anthony is an American artist, photographer, writer, and independent curator whose work explores memory, mythology, ancestry, and the quiet ways people leave themselves behind in the objects they touch. For more than twenty years, her practice has existed at the intersection of visual research, education, and cultural storytelling, investigating resilience through the body, the landscape, historical archives, and the natural world.

Working across photography, collage, cyanotype, botanical collections, handmade books, and mixed media, Anthony approaches each body of work as an evolving archive rather than a finished statement. She is drawn to weathered photographs, heirlooms, medicinal plants, folklore, ritual objects, forgotten architecture, and the symbolic language that connects cultures across time. Her work asks how identity is preserved, transformed, and remembered.

Alongside her studio practice, Anthony has spent more than two decades building educational programs, exhibitions, and community-centered initiatives that expand access to the arts. Her leadership has helped shape institutions, mentor emerging artists, develop sustainable systems, and create spaces where creativity becomes a lifelong practice rather than a privilege.

Anthony’s artwork is included in the permanent collections of the Denver Art Museum and the Museum of Contemporary Art Denver’s Octopus Collection. Her work has been exhibited nationally and is held in numerous private collections.

She is currently creating Organic Tarot, a 78-card hand-collaged tarot deck and accompanying memoir that intertwines mythology, autobiography, botanical symbolism, and the archetypal journey of transformation. The project reflects the central thread running throughout her career: that art is not simply something we make—it is a way of understanding ourselves, preserving what matters, and leaving a map for those who come after us.

http://www.tyaanthony.com
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