Much like with Welcome To Marwen, we’re dealing with another film that was released theatrically over here, yet I personally see no evidence of it making it to theatres. The fact that there is more than one example of that this year, also from a rather high-profile background and in the midst of Disney's ultimate transformation into Omnicorp, is a bit concerning. At any rate, with its home video release, I can finally check out the latest from The Girl On The Train director Tate Taylor… and man, did I miss out not getting to see this on the big screen.
The script definitely adds to that too, as the story here
involving a small Midwestern town and how social cliques affect people even
outside of high school has some serious bite to it. As an example of the
worst-case-scenario for social starvation and exclusion, Spencer’s Sue Ann is
essentially a David Wooderson flip as the lead in a horror flick: Living
vicariously through the younger generation turned sadistic. It’s quite
remarkable how effectively the film coasts on that alone, and when things get
extra grisly, it not only feels wholly like a Blumhouse production, but it
somehow feels tame alongside the more quietly fucked-up things going on.
Then again, on that same note regarding the writing, it has
a bitch of an uphill struggle to make for its own efficacy. The main impetus
for the plot is a group of teenagers looking for a place where they can drink
and party without getting hassled by the police. This is also known as the
premise to just about every single 2000’s horror flick in existence, not to
mention a frequent recurrence in Eli Roth’s filmography. As much as it’s
bolstered by the social commentary on offer, it’s still not enough to get past
how the bulk of what’s being shown is so overplayed that it outright needs
Octavia Spencer to make it interesting. Guess that’ll happen when your main
star signs up for a horror film without even checking the script first.
And once again on that note, this is convenience galore when
it comes to keeping the plot moving. Outside of the minor coincidence that
everyone that Ma was scorned by back in the day are all still living in the
same town, there’s also the major coincidence in how the teenagers in
question keep making patently stupid decisions to justify going and re-going to
Ma’s place. Then there’s the annoying lack of subtlety regarding most of the
initial shocks that something isn’t right with her, with the filmmakers almost-literally
dangling plot threads in front of the audience’s faces to justify its already
rather telegraphed developments.
Between its quite evident flaws, its marketing (complete
with a poster that apes The Martian, for reasons that will forever elude me)
and the possibility of everyone leaving her behind as a result of her
involvement in Green Book (not that I care all that much, but oh boy, the
Oscars this year were wonky as fuck), I kind of get why this got lost in the
shuffle. I mean, there’s only so many Blumhouse movies that can make it to
cinemas, given Jason’s insanely prolific output. But even with its flaws in
mind, I have to admit, I had fun with this one. Whatever proper issues it has
(some of the performances, some of the writing, the hand-holding approach to
psycho-horror) end up being weighed out by its positives (the rest of the
performances, the rest of the writing, the still-effective approach to
thrills), and by that merit, I’d say it’s worth checking out.
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