The instantly riveting Doctor Sleep picks up the story of the now middle-aged Dan, working at a hospice in rural New Hampshire, and the very special twelve-year old girl he must save from a tribe of murderous paranormals.
On highways across America, a tribe of people called The True Knot travel in search of sustenance. They look harmless – mostly old, lots of polyester, and married to their RVs. But as Dan Torrance knows, and tween Abra Stone learns, The True Knot are quasi-immortal, living off the ‘steam’ that children with the ‘shining’ produce when they are slowly tortured to death.
Haunted by the inhabitants of the Overlook Hotel where he spent one horrific childhood year, Dan has been drifting for decades, desperate to shed his father’s legacy of despair, alcoholism, and violence. Finally, he settles in a New Hampshire town, an AA community that sustains him and a job at a nursing home where his remnant ‘shining’ power provides the crucial final comfort to the dying. Aided by a prescient cat, he becomes ‘Doctor Sleep.’ Then Dan meets the evanescent Abra Stone, and it is her spectacular gift, the brightest shining ever seen, that reignites Dan’s own demons and summons him to a battle for Abra’s soul and survival …
It’s October! Halloween! Scary movies! Reviews!
The home invasion genre has kind of exploded lately, giving rise to a slew of movies that are in a way just as formulaic as the exorcism films I complained about in my last horror movie post. I haven’t seen a lot of these movies that I actually like, but I have a lot of sympathy with their aims as they’re preying on very real fears that- unlike other horror film tropes- could actually very well come true. It’s been a long time since I lay awake at night worrying about ghosts, but the fear of someone breaking into my house has often had me jumping at a car door slamming shut at three in the morning.
The Strangers has an absolutely dynamite opening. Eerie, grainy shots of houses filmed from a passing car are followed by a flash-forward where we hear a panicked 911 call (BASED ON A TRUE STORY, apparently) and get some tantalizingly gruesome imagery. The movie proper begins with our heroes, an attractive young couple, arriving at a secluded cabin decked out with rose petals and candles to celebrate a proposal that as it turns out the attractive young woman of the duo wasn’t ready for and turned down. It’s quiet and low key, with no music save for a low rumbling sound. Excellent stuff.
Then they open their mouths and it becomes apparent that a) the dialogue isn’t very good and b) the actors aren’t very good at delivering it.
Hm. Well. Maybe the scares will be good?
They start off good. Things kick off with a sudden pounding at the front door. The Man answers it to find a woman standing at the doorstep, half in shadow because the front porch light isn’t working for some reason. “Hi,” she says in an almost dream-like monotone. “Is Tamara here?” What’s great about this scene is that there is clearly something terribly off about the woman, but you can’t quite put your finger on what. Likewise, the protagonists are obviously freaked out as well when she stays and stares at them for just a tad too long, but not to the point where there’s anything definitively scary going on.
This is great. This is what I mean when I talk about horror movies being subtle. Nothing overtly scary has happened, and yet the scene is scary. And we’ve all experienced things like this in real life- just the other day I got a phone call after midnight from an inebriated gentleman who had rang my number by mistake. There was nothing remotely scary or threatening about the call, but it still left me feeling spooked just because I’m not used to getting calls from random strangers in the middle of the night (the director has stated that this scene was based on a real incident from his childhood- apparently the woman was casing houses to break into). This is the kind of horror I want to see movies exploit more often. I was totally ready to ride the Stranger-train all the way to Scaretown station at this point.
Things continue to be good. The movie takes its sweet time to get going, first attempting to establish the characters despite the wooden dialogue (good) and then giving us long, unsettling shots down corridors and around corners while one of the main characters pootles around the house (also good). Then something bangs against the front door again. Uh oh! Our heroine calls through the door and is answered with….. “Is Tamara home?”. The same monotonous, eerie voice from before. Holy shit that’s scary. This is awesome.
AND THEN THREE WEIRDOS IN MASKS BREAK IN AND START CHASING HER AROUND THE HOUSE ARGLE BARGLE BARGLE
Look, I know the entire point of the movie is that it’s going to be about three weirdos in masks breaking into a house, so I’m not begrudging the fact that it includes three wierdos in masks breaking into the house. But could the three weirdos in masks have done something a little more interesting than just ran around banging on windows and doors for most of the movie followed by violent torture-porn antics?
To be fair they’re great at first. Like I said, the woman at the door is proper creepy and there’s this excellent, excruciatingly long shot where head mask-guy is just standing in the background staring at the heroine for ages without being noticed.
Also, the two leads have a hefty dose of Stupid Horror Movie Syndrome going on to facilitate the plot. In particular, when the heroine (who is alone in the house for quite some time) realizes the creepy door woman is back her initial reaction is to swan around the kitchen looking creeped out for a while instead of, I don’t know, calling the fucking cops. I know 911 is supposed to be for emergencies only, but I think “there’s a clearly messed up woman at the door who won’t go away and also I’m alone in the middle of nowhere” qualifies. Even when the phone mysteriously goes out mid-conversation with her boyfriend (would you believe her cell-phone’s battery is out) her reaction is to stare at it quizzically instead of saying “SHIT’S POPPING OFF, I BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE”. You might say that that would be irrational, but here’s the thing: people are irrational about these sorts of things. I’ve literally barricaded my bedroom door based on less than this. Now to be fair when a bumpity-bump happens inside the house she grabs a knife immediately, but even then her plan of action is to wander around very slowly looking scared as opposed to locking herself in the nearest bathroom (and when there are more bumpity-bumps at the window she ambles over for a look even though I can’t think of any scenario in which that would be a remotely good idea. She also does this when someone opens the front door).
Things continue on like that, with our two heroes acting badly and like idiots and the masked home invaders becoming progressively less scary the more we see of them, giving my disengaged brain time to think things like “how exactly do they keep managing to get inside without making any noise?” and “I really don’t think violently psychotic people would be capable of orchestrating elaborate pre-murder trolling operations like this” and “no seriously, go into the bathroom and lock the door why the fuck wouldn’t you do that” and “hey when your boyfriend gets back instead of sobbing and whispering incoherently in a barely-audible voice why not slap him across the face and say THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING HOUSE WE NEED TO GET OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW” and while we’re on the subject, hey Mr.Square-Jaw, when your girlfriend says that are people trying to break into the house the appropriate response is once again to call the fucking cops instead of wandering around the living room a bit and the declaring the house murderer-free oh and also when you see a woman outside staring at the house in an extraordinarily creepy manner your first response should not be “let’s go talk to her” your first response should be to grab the biggest knife you can find, run to the car, start driving and never fucking stop.
So yeah. I didn’t really like it.
When I was younger I had this fascination with paranormal activities of various kinds, but mostly aliens. I don’t actually believe any of that stuff is real, but it still makes for fascinating and often spooky reading. So I’m always on the lookout for good Alien-based horror films, as in my opinion the subject is rife for potential scariness.
Which is why Dark Skies turning out to be possibly the most inept horror movie I’ve ever seen is so disappointing.
Let me take you through the opening minutes. It’s white-picket American suburbia, populated by equally white suburbanites. The family whose story we’re following are preparing for some kind of social event that involves people eating food in the back garden, this being the sort of thing American suburbanites do. The dad checks his hairline- the virility meter of the suburban male- in the mirror as he’s brushing his teeth. The mom calls up her son, who is hanging out with a Troubled Kid who you know is Troubled because he watches porn, and says things like “get your butt over here”, because I guess that’s the kind of thing suburban moms say. There’s an absolutely awful scene right at the beginning that nearly made me just stop watching completely the mom informs the dad that their wayward son is in the middle of “an epic game of Call of Duty”, to which the Dad replies “that’s what save buttons are for”.
So close, and yet so far.
Later that night the Mom hears a bumpety-bump and wander around to investigate (most of this movie consists of people hearing bumpety-bumps and walking around their house at night). It turns out that someone ransacked the fridge and left a trail of destroyed food leading out the front door. The second night she comes down to the kitchen to find that all the jars and kitchen utensils have been crafted into a towering art installation that projects light patterns on the roof. The film does its damnedest to convince us that this is eerie and scary even though in reality it just conjures up hilarious mental images of the aliens stacking cans for four hours.
Later on the family’s alarm system goes off and they rush downstairs to find that all of the photos in their living room (of which they have like a billion) have been taken, leaving the frames exactly as they were. The cop who acts as this film’s designated skeptic suggests that it was the kids, which the two parents appear to actually find plausible even though both kids were in their bedrooms when the alarm went off. It’s like the people who made this movie didn’t actually read the script before filming began.
This all demonstrates the fine line between scary and stupid that I talked about previously. A character coming downstairs at night to find that stuff has been moved around in the kitchen is scary; a character coming downstairs at night to find that their kitchen has been turned into an amateur art installation is just goofy. One bird suddenly slamming into the bedroom window is creepy; ALL OF THE BIRDS slamming into the house is just dumb (for some reason I’ve seen this exact same concept pop up in like five different movies, including The Conjuring).
There is one kind of sort of noteworthy feature to Dark Skies. At one point the two leads go to visit the obligatory Paranormal Expert, a repeat abductee and UFO researcher living in a secluded apartment surrounded by cats who I think was originally intended to be a zany comic relief character, but the actor plays the role completely straight and ends up creating a very unique and interesting horror character. It’s just one scene and it certainly doesn’t redeem the rest of the movie, but interesting nonetheless.
Last year I reviewed VHS, an anthology of found-footage movies with one good segment and four kind of meh ones, and also a weird overtone of misogyny. This is the sequel, as you may have gathered.
The framing story this time round concerns a sleazy private investigator and his assistant, who are hired to look into a college student who hasn’t contacted his family in more than a week. Upon breaking into his apartment they find a massive bank of analogue TVs and video tapes strewn everywhere, but no sign of the student. Naturally the assistant starts to watch them while the head investigator wanders around peering under beds and into dark closets.
There are four stories this time around rather than five, which gives each individual segment a bit more time to breathe and establish a story. The first bit plays with the format in an interestingly gimmicky way- the protagonist gets an advanced eye implant, and we’re seeing the footage that the corporation who designed it is recording. Needless to say his new robo-eye lets him see ghosts. This one establishes a creepy tone at the beginning and includes one really effectively scary image, but once it gets going to turns kind of dumb. Better than the worst stories in the first film, but still not particularly memorable.
The second story is a classic zombie outbreak, portrayed through the eyes of one of the zombies themselves thanks to a bike helmet-mounted camera. It’s gross and has plenty of excellent special effects for gore-hounds but other than a zombie attack on a birthday party (you thankfully don’t see any of the kids getting messily devoured, which would have been going too far in my opinion) this doesn’t really offer anything you haven’t seen before.
The third and unarguably best story comes courtesy of Gareth Evans, director of The Raid (or The Raid: REDEMPTION in some countries) and is about an Indonesian documentary crew going to the compound of a reclusive cult to interview their leader. A grand time is had dropping little hints that something about the place is monumentally fucked up and we watch as the film crew slowly realize they’ve just blundered into the immediate countdown to a Heaven’s Gate-style apocalyptic orgy of death.
There are three reasons why this one works. It knows how to pace the scares, so that the build-up is subtly creepy in a low-key, understated way so that when shit starts to pop off hard in the second half it feels earned. It’s the only segment in either of these movies (hell, one of the few found-footage projects I’ve ever seen, period) that bothers to actually develop the character properly, so that when they start being picked off one by one you actually give a shit. And its genuinely well-written and acted in contrast to the other stories, which feel decidedly amateurish in comparison. The ending goes absolutely balls-out, dropping the usual found-footage rule of plausability (there’s absolutely no way the events portrayed could have really occurred without the audience knowing about it) and drawing influence from some welcome sources- the creepy air-raid siren from our very own Silent Hill even makes an appearance! It’s a rare case of a horror film going over the top and still remaining horrifying instead of turning silly.
Unfortunately the fourth and final story drops the ball pretty heavily, concerning as it does a suburban family and their brain-stem-destroyingly obnoxious children. The story (such as it is) can be summed up as: a bunch of jack-asses troll each other on camera repeatedly, then lake aliens or something attack. The characters take a remarkably long time to realize that something weird is happening even though you clearly see the aliens and associated unusual phenomenon several times on-camera before the attack starts. The aliens are kind of creepy but the cinematography is so frenetic and incoherent that it’s almost impossible to tell what’s going on when they show up. The only redeeming feature of this part of the movie is the family’s ludicrously cute dog, who the camera is attached to for most of the segment. The only remotely creepy or disturbing part of the entire thing is right at the end, when the dog dies.
The framing story this time around is a lot better than the one from the first movie, consisting as it does of an actual story instead of a bunch of asshole getting killed off-camera one by one. Little hints are given as to the true nature and purpose of the tapes such that you can see the beginning of a possible ongoing storyline or universe forming for possible future installments, but wisely we never get anything resembling a full explanation.
Overall I’m not going to say VHS-2 is a horror masterpiece or anything, but it’s got some neat scares and the third section is really something else. If you’re in the mood for some disposable horror junk you could do worse.
‘Tis the season for horror, so I recently decided to check out The Conjuring, a movie that got a lot of praise from horror fans when it came out and was ludicrously slapped with an “R” rating solely for being scary. The movie isn’t worth writing a full review on- it’s an overlong convoluted mess with way too many poorly fleshed out characters (although whoever designed that poster should win an award)- but I thought I’d use it as a springboard to talk about horror in general and how often people fuck it up.
The Conjuring was directed by James Wan, who also made Insidious, which was also hyped up by horror fans despite being largely terrible. Wan as a director of horror specifically infuriates me intensely because he has moments of incredible originality despite seeming to have no idea what he’s doing most of the time, and it’s all the more frustrating because the mistakes he makes are largely the same mistakes everyone else makes when they fuck up horror. Let’s take a look at a few of them!
It’s now October- the official best month, as determined by science- and to get into the spirit of things I decided to start a month-long retrospective series on a horror game franchise. Which horror game franchise? This one:
I have often expressed my disdain for over the top fandom on twitter, but if there’s one property I would willingly count myself as a mega-fan of it would be Silent Hill. This isn’t going to be me heaping blind fanboy praise all over the series, though. My intent is to cast a critical eye on the games and come up with a sort of reading list for people jumping into the world of Silent Hill- which games should you play first and in what order, and which ones can be safely skipped. Along the way we’ll go into story, themes, approach to horror and all sorts of other fun stuff, as well as additional posts on the movies and other spin-off properties.
You can read the first post (which is rather longer than I had anticipated) right now! Click the Silent Hill category over on the right.
In order to more fully embrace the spirit of the season and also to give me an excuse to keep using the word Spooktober I may post other horror-related stuff over the next month. Regularly scheduled Kvothe posts will continue, of course.