







For a film called Freaky Tales, it’s surprisingly tame. Set in 1987 Oakland — though you wouldn’t always know it — the film talks the talk but rarely walks the decade. The slang feels modern, the look too sleek, and the soundtrack could belong to almost any year. What should’ve been a chaotic love letter to the city ends up oddly timeless, and not in a good way.
There are flashes of energy: a few sharp scenes, some fun performances, and moments of genuine spark. But the screenplay is so loose it keeps slipping through your fingers. Splitting the story into separate anthologies doesn’t clarify things — it just spreads the confusion around.
It’s an ambitious mess, but not without charm. For all its swagger, Freaky Tales never quite earns its title. More curious than freaky, more muddled than mad.