While it didn’t get a lot of love back in the day (and
judging by reactions to today’s film, that feeling persists), Mary Lambert’s
Pet Sematary is a fucking great horror flick and one of the better Stephen King
adaptations. Having King himself penning the screenplay certainly helped, but
as a look at how people react to grief and why it is vitally important to come
to terms with that grief, it is a seriously intense ride, if an occasionally
goofy one.
I’d argue the point in remaking the story in the first place, but
considering the recent crop of King adaptations and their combined consistency,
I’m not entirely against the idea. Hell, this one has an uncredited David
Kajganich working on the script, and given how well he did with last year’s
remake of Suspiria, this could turn out good. However, as I’m about to get
into, this film ends up being a mish-mash of underperforming, overperforming
and just outweirding the original and not all in good ways.
From there, we have the acting and… well, I genuinely
hesitate to say it’s outright better than the original because, while everyone
here definitely works in their specific roles, nothing here carries the same
memorability as the original. The father’s downward spiral into desperation has
toned down, meaning that Jason Clarke has less to work with, as has the
mother’s relationship with her late sister which admittedly is still incredibly
creepy but misses out on the true pitch-black tone of the original in showing
how dark the thoughts connected to the dead and dying can become.
To add to that, the roles of the children have been swapped
around, with the sister as the one who gets brought back from the dead and the
brother with the psychic powers that always crop up in King stories to varying
degrees. Jeté Laurence does well as the resident creepy child, and she
certainly sells how murderous the character gets, but considering her role in
the original was played by Miko Hughes, a hall-of-famer for terrifying child
acting, it just doesn’t measure up as
well.
With how drastically different this film gets in comparison
to both the original film and the original short story, it almost feels unfair
to directly compare the two. But with that said, part of this film relies on
the audience being somewhat familiar with the original, partly so it can
misdirect the audience and partly to correct a couple of things. While the
changes made vary from good (explaining Jud’s sudden need to nap at the worst
possible time) to the somewhat lame (the infamous ankle-slicing incident being
shifted) to the plain confusing (the ending).
Being different isn’t inherently a bad thing, so long as
what’s being changed is able to hold its own with what it’s replacing. This is
where we start getting into the weaker parts of this production, starting with
its approach to horror. In the original, in-between friendly ghost encounters
and Mommie Dearest levels of mindfrag, the horror came from the examination of
the very real and very unsettling thought patterns the grieving go through in
the face of a loved one’s death. Here, it’s mainly shown through jump scares
that are propped up by the visual atmosphere. It is quite frustrating how
reliant this film gets on sudden jolts to the system to get the audience on edge,
especially since it all amounts to surface-level tension and not much else.
Honestly, all the things that worked about the original,
it’s the approach to its themes that I appreciated the most, which is why this
remake annoys me so much thinking back on it. Where the original dived deep
into the murkier parts of the human psyche, showing the kind of damage that can
be done to both young and old when we refuse to accept that death is the
natural conclusion to life. There are shades of that to be found with this one,
but it isn’t nearly as compelling and the way that the details get shuffled
around ends up robbing them of their impact.
Ultimately, this film equals out to about 30% establishing
itself as its own production separate from past incarnations, 30% actively
misdirecting audiences who are aware of those past incarnations, 30% trying to
recapture the sheer dread of the original with varying success, and a final 10%
of just plain weird and unfortunately counterproductive ideas that only muddle
this story even further. It’s certainly a different beast to the original,
since the entire third act is markedly different, but it can’t even carve out
its own path as a story because it leans so heavily on what came before, much
to the film’s own detriment.
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