This was the first film I’ve seen where the hype and chatter surrounding tripped me up and absolutely effected the way I perceived it.
Much like an NBA All-Star basketball game, Ari Astor utilizes all the best aspects of recent and less-recent horror success films to craft his summer blockbuster. This film reminded me of The Conjuring, A Dark Song and Donnie Darko. It works on almost every single level. It’s not just a showcase of entertainment but also incredibly detailed; speckled with foreshadowing, dynamic character relationships, twists and style.
The problem I had was that none of it felt original. I felt like I was being served up an amalgam of other director’s successes. That’s the thing though, the films you love dearly are often not the ones universally praised. It’s not even a hipster thing but we’re simply creatures who take pleasure in self-discovery. Something is always more powerful when it feel like it means something specific to you, rather than an exaggerated universal terror, iterated through every fucking headline in america.
This was kind of an odd success in my mind. The plot is so cliche that it almost works to its benefit. The somewhat-shitty CGI combined with spider roars, tucked in under a blanket of nonsense leeds me to believe it’s all intentional.
It’s fun, albeit limited in certain aspects but I dug it.
Brandon Cronenberg’s debut feature is a gross, piteous statement on celebrity obsession and I loved every minute of it.
It’s shot remarkably well for a debut and the kid honestly shows so much talent straight out of the gate. The statement being made can seem simplistic at first but it’s approached on such an abstract level. It’s very much an original film, which is one of the best compliments I can give any modern horror film.