Published May 14, 2026, 8:45 a.m. ET Trash glows in Jane Schoenbrun’s latest. It’s radiant, radioactive, even aphrodisiac. Opening the Un Certain Regard section at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma — an appropriately wordy title — is about getting out of your own way, out of your head, and deeper into your body. For anyone familiar with Schoebrun’s previous works (the unnerving creepypasta horror We’re All Going to the World’s Fair and the haunting transgender media tome I Saw the TV Glow ), this should come as no surprise. However, their latest effort marks a distinct evolution in both contemporary style and stylistic throwback, merging the two as cheekily as they blur the line between fiction and reality, en route to a stunning climax of fluid and flesh. A lengthy montage of memorabilia introduces the fictitious Camp Miasma franchise, in which a landmark, lurid horror original was followed by numerous slapdash sequels throughout the ‘80s and ‘90s.…