'The Scary of Sixty-First' Review: Nothing Is out of Bounds in This Rude, Riotous, Post-Epstein Horror 'The Scary of Sixty-First' Review: Nothing Is out of Bounds in This Rude, Riotous, Post-Epstein Horror Dasha Nekrasova's debut has knives out for Jeffrey Epstein, the royal family and any delicate viewer sensibilities, but is funny and angry enough to get away with it. Guy Lodge, provided by FacebookTwitterEmail Running time: 1 hour 21 minutes Courtesy of Stag Pictures There can be a fine line between a good idea and a terrible one followed through with utter conviction, and it’s along said line that “The Scary of Sixty-First” dances with heedless, wicked abandon. A brash, gutsy, morbidly funny first feature from actor-filmmaker-podcaster Dasha Nekrasova, it runs on a premise that could have been written as a dare, or a prank: Two female friends move into a freakishly affordable apartment on Manhattan’s Upper East Side that turns out to have been owned by the late pedophile mogul Jeffrey Epstein, and gradually find themselves consumed by its very bad vibes. Good taste, as you might well guess, is not on the agenda here. But underpinning the edgelord provocations and cheerfully cheap B-movie