You don’t have to be a fan of the genre – or even like to be scared at the movies – to enjoy “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” or follow along on its satisfying emotional stations of the cross.

Like the many stab-happy movies it imitates, watching Camp Miasma is as much a physical experience as it is an intellectual one.

At every turn, Schoenbrun buries “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” alive, heaping layer upon layer of meta subtext onto it, killing it slowly.

It’s definitely not the reinvention of the slasher it has been touted as, but Camp Miasma makes good use of its setup to explore sexual awakening and wrong turns along the way...