Idle Hands: Devilishly Fun Stoner Horror Comedy

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For 90s horror fans, it doesn’t get much more nineties than 1999 horror-comedy, Idle Hands. From its soundtrack to its young, up-and-coming cast, this story of a boy and his possessed hand is like a fun cinematic time capsule. Too bad audiences and critics didn’t think much of it when it was first released. Despite its teen-friendly mix of stoner humour, Satan, and Jessica Alba, Idle Hands bombed hard at the box office. Yet as if often the case, Idle Hands has managed to find an audience in the years since its theatrical underperformance. But is it a horror-comedy that can broaden its appeal beyond a core group of 90s fans? Or is it best left in the decade of plaid flannel and burned CDs?

Synopsis

Anton is your typical teen slacker. Most days are spent lounging at home in front of the TV, with his friends Mick and Pnub, smoking pot, and fantasizing about the girl across the street. There’s only a couple of problems. Somewhere in his small town, a killer is leaving a trail of bodies. And Anton may be the killer. Or at least his hand. A demonic force has possessed Anton’s hand, proving that “idle hands” are indeed the Devil’s plaything.

Idle Hands Has Enough Gross-Out Comedy to Compensate for Silly Story

In terms of the balance between horror and comedy, Idle Hands clearly has no aspirations of scaring audiences. Instead, director Rodman Flender opts for mild gross-out horror and stoner comedy. Keep in mind, nothing here approaches the level of explicit gore of, say, an Evil Dead. Most of the blood-letting occurs off-screen, which is somewhat surprising. Still there’s more than enough here to entertain its target teen audience. All of the movie’s violence is delivered with a morbidly fun sense of humour. For instance, a severed hand in a microwave generates the right mix of laughs and relatively safe cringe. Expect absurdist stoner humour in heavy doses. Some of the jokes are a bit uneven and Flender lets his middle act drag a little. Nothing here approaches what you’d find in a Seth Rogen comedy. Fortunately, Idle Hands’ humour is as good-natured as its slacker characters.

Expect absurdist stoner humour in heavy doses.

Without a doubt, Idle Hands is a 90s movie, which might limit its appeal to pure nostalgia. If nostalgia is your thing, however, Idle Hands is pure 90s comfort food that channels the same vibes as The Faculty. Outside of the fashion, MTV videos, and corded phones, music fans will find lots to love. In fact, Idle Hands had one of the better horror movie soundtracks from the decade. Mötley Crüe, The Vandals, Static X, and Rob Zombie’s Dragula all find there way into the movie. It’s an energetic mix of 90s metal and alt-punk (and yes, 80s hair metal). What really dates the movie is an appearance from The Offspring – doing a damn good cover of I Wanna Be Sedated – in the movie’s Halloween dance climax. And if you’re not an Offspring fan, you can still enjoy watching a severed hand peeling off Dexter Holland’s scalp.

Idle Hands Benefits From Its Likeable Cast

From top to bottom, this is a “who’s who” of young, up-and-coming 1990s stars. Just one year away from headlining Final Destination, Devon Sawa brings the requisite slacker charm as “Anton”. Seth Green (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) and Elder Hansen (Daredevil) round out the ambition-challenged trio. Much of what makes Idle Hands work is the chemistry between these three actors and their sheer likability. Alive or undead, you’d want to spend time with this threesome and listen to their banter. Even when some of the humour feels strained, Sawa et al are enough of an amicable screen presence to earn a pass.

Much of what makes Idle Hands work is the chemistry between these three actors and their sheer likability.

While she’s not screen nearly enough, Vivica A Fox has a blast with her role, appearing to have a great deal of fun. Like a lot of the movie, not much about her character makes sense. Not that it matters. In a movie like Idle Hands, you’re watching for goofy horror fun, and Fox is more than up to the task. Unfortunately, Idle Hands wastes the recently deceased, and immensely talented, Fred Willard (Salem’s Lot) in an all-too-brief role. And Jessica Alba is stuck in an what’s an “eye candy” role that largely subscribes to “teen boy” fantasy. Nevertheless, Alba shows flashes of the charisma that would later make her a star.

Idle Hands Good-Natured, Laidback Stoner Horror

No one is going to mistake Idle Hands for a classic horror-comedy. But it’s hard to deny that this laidback stoner horror isn’t good-natured fun. True, some of the humour misses its mark. And the movie’s middle act is arguably too laidback, threatening to drag things too off course. Nevertheless, Idle Hands likeable cast and refusal to take itself seriously makes it an easy sell for fun horror viewing. Though nostalgia will likely mean horror fans who came of age in the 90s will get more out of it, the stoner mix of horror and comedy should still appeal to newer audiences.

FINAL VERDICT: IDLE HANDS DESERVES A RE-WATCH

Deadcon: Don’t Forget to ‘Unsubscribe’ From This Cheap Thriller

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So what’s trending in horror? Hashtags. Snap streaks. Likes. Clickbait. Selfies. The horror genre’s never been one to miss out on what’s ‘trending’. Or what’s causing anxiety amongst the masses. And, in some cases, what grates on our nerves. In the 1980’s, slasher movies played on conservative fantasies of ‘punishing’ rebellious youth. Over the last several years, more recent horror movies have exploited fears about the impact of social media. Yes, the 1990’s scared us with exaggerated ideas about the Internet in movies like Brainscan. More recently, Unfriended and The Den have left us fearing Skype and chatrooms. Now the latest ‘techno-horror‘ effort, Deadcon, looks to mine a collective disdain for social media ‘influencers’.

Synopsis

It’s the biggest gathering of social media ‘influencers’ on the planet. And as ViewCon kicks off, the biggest personalities from YouTube and Instagram turn out to boost their brands. But as the celebrities settle into their rooms, strange events begin to unfold. Soon these YouTubers have more to worry about then ‘likes’ and subscriptions.

Deadcon a Clickbait Supernatural Thriller With No Thrills

After just a few minutes, Deadcon puts all its cards on the table. In short, Deadcon has the looks of straight-to-video thriller with the watered-down thrills of a made-for-television movie. Aside from the cheap aesthetics, Deadcon burdens itself with uninspired film-making. On the one hand, Deadcon feels like a mishmash of supernatural and haunted hotel styles and tropes. Whether it’s the occasional of use of vibrant background colours from Giallo’s or ‘creepy kids’ in hotel hallways, Deadcon doesn’t boast much in the way of originality. On the other hand, this may the only movie you’ll see where a rabbit balloon kills a character.

Deadcon feels like an average episode of Goosebumps or the mid-80’s Twilight Zone revival.

Of course, imitation can be the sincerest form of flattery when it’s done right. Too bad Deadcon doesn’t do any of these right. Horror fans are attracted to a lot of different things. Unfortunately, Deadcon fails to deliver scares, suspense, atmosphere, or gore. In other words, horror fans won’t find anything here to enjoy. And what is put on the screen is done so with a static, monotone style. At times, Deadcon feels like an average episode of Goosebumps or the mid-80’s Twilight Zone revival. Even subject matter that should disturbs just feels ‘ho-hum’.

Unfocused Story Trolls a Potentially Interesting Concept

Though its a banal-looking movie, Deadcon’s biggest problem lies with its story. It’s a half-backed combination of a ‘ghost in the computer’ with ambitions of clever social commentary. Specifically, Deadcon clearly wants to say something about our viral social media culture of ‘influencers’ and ‘likes’. Just what exactly that message was intended to be is pretty muddled. But Deadcon’s constant use of onscreen social media posts and images of young fans adoring their YouTube celebrities is most assuredly intended to remind us that Deadcon has something important to say. Yet without any focus, the story feels like an idea that wouldn’t make it past a first table-reading for Black Mirror.

…the story feels like an idea that wouldn’t make it past a first table-reading for Black Mirror.

Given the overall mediocrity of the effort, performances weren’t likely to make or break this one. There’s no one recognizable in the cast and Deadcon isn’t likely to help. But it’s hard to fault any of the performers. They’re tasked with playing superficial, vapid social media ‘influencers’. Unless you’re 14-years of age or younger, the characters are bound to be obnoxiously unlikable. What’s really unfortunate is that Deadcon occasionally teases actual character arcs. None of these ideas are satisfactory follow through on. Like the rest of the movie, a lack of focus leaves the movie feeling like it’s rambling to its conclusion.

Press the ‘Unsubscribe’ Button on Deadcon

Though it’s utterly derivative, Deadcon is such a slag that it’s still unlikely to remind you of the better movies to which it aspires. Devoid of scares and suspense, while also lacking even some exploitative fare to score at least a few cheap thrills. Deadcon is an utterly pointless, cheap-looking movie. When it’s all over, one will wonder what the point of its social media focus was all about. It’s a concept ripe for subtext, but Deadcon does nothing with it. Do yourself a favour and click on ‘unsubscribe’ for this one.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: F

Haunted on Netflix: ‘Sort Of’, ‘Maybe’, ‘Not Really True’ Stories Back For Season 2

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Last Halloween, Netflix released Mike Flanagan’s outstanding, The Haunting of Hill House. Oh, Netflix also released paranormal docu-series, Haunted. Of course, calling it a ‘docu-series’ is pretty generous. That is, no episode had any investigation or, you know, evidence. Haunted borrowed an infotainment format to put scary stuff up on screen to cash in on Halloween. Since Netflix doesn’t generally release viewer numbers, we’ll assume Haunted scored with audiences because it’s back. Six more episodes. Same ‘real’ people telling their stories to ‘dazed and confused’ family members and friends.

Haunted’s Season 2 Recycles Its Lame ‘Docu’ Format

Check out Netflix at any given time, and you’ll find a half dozen or so crime docu-series. Stalkers Who Kill. Killer Kids. Inside the Criminal Mind. Killer Cults. So lots of killers. All of these series work roughly in the same way. They mix documentary sensibilities with a heavy emphasis on entertainment formatting – quick editing, creepy music, haunting graphics overlayed on images. These aren’t documentaries like The Keepers, Making a Murderer, or Conversations with a Killer. Sure, there’s information in these series, but the focus is clearly on ‘fear as entertainment’. Haunted adopts the same approach, just with a lot less of that investigation stuff.

Most of the facial expressions in these reaction shots are comically blank.

Like Season 1, Haunted’s six new episodes double-down on the awful format. A survivor of some supernatural encounter sits, surrounded by family and friends, as they recount their experience. Haunted treats us to several reaction shots and the occasional ‘Oh my God’ comment. Most of the facial expressions in these reaction shots are comically blank. Why the show continues with this format is a mystery? Given that the series makes no effort to include any sort of ‘investigation’ or ‘evidence’, these scenes are awkward and pointless. Fortunately, Haunted includes dramatic re-enactments of these supernatural experiences.

Netflix (And A Few) Chills

In spite of its convoluted format, Haunted is sporadically creepy. Bear in mind, there’s nothing original about any of the scares. Specifically, Haunted liberally borrows familiar horror tropes for its jolts. Yet at least the first two episodes – The Mimic and Ward of Evil – almost feel watchable. Minus the annoying ‘family roundtables’, Ward of Evil actually has some unsettling imagery. Other episodes – Cult of Torture and Demon of War – try to embed some social commentary with references to gay conversion therapy and the Afghanistan war. Talented horror directors, like Romero and Peele, have used the genre to expose real socio-cultural anxieties. Comparatively, Haunted on Netflix has no idea what to do with these stories. In particular, Cult of Torture borders on being unintentionally tasteless.

Haunted on Netflix Ain’t Afraid of No Tropes

Haunted isn’t a good series; not even close. Anyone looking for a paranormal investigation or ‘ghost hunters’-type show will be sorely disappointed. For example, doubling-down on the family round-table format doesn’t just kill any tension or momentum. Most of these scenes are filled with mind-numbingly dumb observations. Occasionally, Haunted has some creepy imagery. But it’s kind of like a local haunted house attraction. Nothing amounts to more than a collection of randomly assembled things that the creators know people find scary. But with only six episodes that average 20 to 25 minutes in length, Haunted doesn’t overstay its welcome. If you’ve already watched Marianne and are all caught up on AHS 1984, Haunted isn’t the worst thing on Netflix.

Amityville: The Awakening – For God’s Sake, Stop Making These Movies

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Hellraiser, Children of the Corn, Puppet Master, and The Amityville Horror. What does these horror franchises all have in common? An endless supply of sequels of which only the most dedicated fans would be aware. At this point, I’ve lost count of how many sequels, prequel, and remakes constitute The Amityville franchise. Just earlier this year, The Amityville Murders – a remake of a prequel to the first movie – released and unimpressed. Now Netflix has added Amityville: The Awakening just in time for their October ‘Netflix and Chills’ lineup. Neither a sequel nor a prequel, Awakening may be a soft reboot. Not that it matters.

Synopsis

Struggling single mom Joan moves her family into the infamous Amityville house. Though she’s aware of the brutal murders committed there 40 years ago and the stories of hauntings, the financially-strapped Joan gets the property for a bargain price. Following a tragic accident, her comatose teenage son, James, has looming medical bills. So Joan settles her family – young Juliet and high schooler Belle – into the house. Soon thereafter, James begins to make a recovery that doctors believed was impossible. But twin sister Belle doesn’t think it’s James. As strange things unfold in the house, Belle believes something else has awakened her brother.

Amityville: The Awakening Dares Itself to be Good

Writer and director Franck Khalfoun has at least one good movie to his credit. His 2012 remake of 70’s grindhouse flick, Maniac, is a genuinely disturbing and tense movie. And his first directorial effort, P2, is flawed but has its moments. Not surprisingly then, Amityville: The Awakening shows a little bit of life in the early going. Khalfoun engineers a few good startles and jump scares. Like the Paranormal Activity series, Khalfoun makes good use of the background and screen corners. Shadows creep and doors slowly creak open in the background, building the kind of dread and anticipation you want out of a scary movie. For a good 30 minutes or so, Amityville: The Awakening almost dares itself to be a good movie against all odds.

Amityville: The Awakening Can’t Exorcise Its Derivativeness

After countless franchise entries, it shouldn’t be shocking that there’s little new about Amityville: The Awakening. Even The Conjuring franchise has shown the strains of successive sequels and prequels (The Nun, Annabelle Comes Home). Outside of the Manson Family Murders, there aren’t many real (or purportedly real) events that have inspired as much fictional property. Very quickly, Khalfoun runs out of ideas and scares. Soon Amityville: The Awakening feels like just about every other Amityville movie. From swarming flies to the secret basement room, it’s all been done. An effort to take a meta-approach to its material by acknowledging the existence of the original movies and remake goes nowhere. Khalfoun doesn’t do anything with the idea. As things creak into the final act, scares and suspense disappear. Even the production values and special effects looking increasingly cheap.

Good Cast Can’t Scare Much Out of Unnecessary Reboot

Poor Jennifer Jason Leigh. After a successful early career, Leigh faded away before a career resurgence in movies like Annihilation and The Hateful Eight. Amityville: The Awakening saddles Leigh with a largely thankless role. To her credit, Leigh does what she can to make hay out of straw, but it’s an underwritten character further burdened by a nonsensical twist in motivation. Former Disney star Bella Thorne probably escapes Amityville unscathed. As compared to Leigh, Thorne is tasked with carrying much of the movie and she rises to the occasion. While she can’t save the movie, Thorne is arguably one of the better aspects of this unnecessary movie. Gotham-alum, Cameron Monaghan, continues to elevate his status as a ‘go-to-villain’. In what’s largely a speechless role, Monaghan strikes an effectively creepy tone.

Please Stop Making These Movies

It’s been 40 years since The Amityville Horror was released. In 2019, we’ve had not one, but two, bad Amityville movies. Whether it’s a sequel, remake, or soft reboot, Amityville: The Awakening was a completely unnecessary movie, and it shows. Folks, the well is dry. The concept has been mined for everything it’s worth, and then some. With Halloween just around the corner, Netflix and Chill has much better options for horror fans.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: C-

The Prodigy Gets a B for Scares, D for Originality

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Recently revived Orion Pictures released The Prodigy earlier this year. Tucked in between Escape Room and Happy Death Day 2U, Nicholas McCarthy’s ‘creepy kids’ horror movie scraped together just enough to turn a profit. Think of it as a supernatural variation on 2009’s Orphan. But with so many ‘bad seeds in horror, is The Prodigy gifted enough to stand out?

Synopsis

On an August evening, Ohio police shoot down serial killer Edward Scarka after a victim escapes his homemade cell. That same evening, married couple Sarah and John welcome their first child, a baby boy they named Miles. As an infant, Miles shows signs of being extraordinarily gifted. But as he grows up, Miles’ gifts give way to more disturbing behaviour. Faced with her son’s inexplicable actions, Sarah fears that some supernatural evil is corrupting Miles.

The Prodigy’s Familiar Story Not All That Gifted

In spite of its title, The Prodigy doesn’t feel like a particularly gifted horror movie. In fact, most horror fans will find Jeff Buhler’s story almost rote. Creepy kid horror movies are practically their own subgenre. While the source of evil varies – maybe they’re just psychopaths or it could be demonic possession – the basic narrative remains the same. A child’s increasingly ominous behaviour repeatedly confronts initially clueless parents. If you’ve watched enough horror movies, you can probably easily rhyme of a list of these movies. Alice, Sweet, Alice, The Omen, Village of the Damned, Bloody Birthday, The Children, The Unborn, Orphan, The Good Son, etc.

…Buhler’s screenplay does little to distinguish The Prodigy from other ‘creepy kid’ movies.

Unfortunately, Buhler’s screenplay does little to distinguish The Prodigy from other ‘creepy kid’ movies. Things start off promisingly, too. The Prodigy’s incongruent opening events tease enough mystery to hook you. While you ultimately know the overarching blueprint, the ‘bird crumbs’ story-telling approach works for a while. But once the movie’s mystery tips its hand, the story derails. Left with no other surprises, The Prodigy’s conclusion ultimately underwhelms.

Early Creepy Filmmaking Falls Apart in the Final Act

What salvages The Prodigy, at least for most of its runtime, is its genuinely creepy scares. Director Nicholas McCarthy, whose previous credits include the underrated The Pact, steers the movie in the right direction. Though the scares lean heavily on ‘loud sounds’ and quick edits, McCarthy puts just enough focus on build-up to deliver a satisfying balance between jolts and suspense. For nearly an hour, you get a pretty scary, if unoriginal, horror movie.

…the scares seem to actually recede in the climax.

Things eventually come apart in the movie’s final act. Aside from some incoherent character decisions and the derivative storytelling, McCarthy fails to amp up the scares. To some extent, the scares seem to actually recede in the climax. Perhaps McCarthy and Buhler thought they had a real shocker of a twist. Whatever the case, The Prodigy’s ending feels more perfunctory than shocking. Part of the problem may stem from a general lack of atmosphere. In addition, if there was a musical score, it leaves absolutely no impression.

The Prodigy’s Cast Doesn’t Do Much With The Material

Orange is the New Black’s Taylor Schilling headlines The Prodigy. Schilling’s ‘Piper’ is probably the least compelling character on her Netflix series, and she won’t turn many heads here. Neither bad nor good, Schilling’s performance may best be described as servicable. Equally bland is Peter Mooney as husband and father, John. He’s kind of a watered down Skeet Ulrich. In a small role, Canadian actor Colm Feore feels wasted. And child actor Jackson Robert Scott (It) is perfectly reciting the shocking dialogue, he won’t make you forget Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son.

The Prodigy’s ‘Bad Son Omen’ Doesn’t Amount To Much

The Prodigy isn’t a bad movie. It’s certainly a watchable horror flick and more than adequate time-waster. For at least an hour or so, The Prodigy even offers up some decent scares. Bland performances, unoriginal storytelling, and an underwhelming final act drag things down. What’s left is a dull supernatural horror movie you’re not likely to remember by mid-year.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: B-

The Possession of Hannah Grace: Forgettable Possession Fare

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At the tail end of 2018, Screen Gems unceremoniously dumped The Possession of Hannah Grace into theaters. With Halloween a distant memory and Christmas in full swing, Hannah Grace managed a paltry $14 million and change. However, as is increasingly the case, foreign box office receipts probably turned it into a modest box office win. With clear parallels to The Autopsy of Jane Doe, is Hannah Grace as bad as its Rotten Tomatoes score suggests? Or does it offer some fun, minor scares for horror fans?

Synopsis

At the movie’s opening, Grainger Grace watches helplessly as two priests perform an exorcism on his daughter, Hannah. But the exorcism goes horribly wrong, and Grainger smothers his daughter to release her from the demon’s hold. Three months later, ex-police officer Megan Reed starts a new job working the graveyard shift at a hospital morgue. On her first night, EMT’s bring in Hannah Grace’s contorted body for intake. As the night wears on, Megan experiences increasingly strange events that seem to emanate from the dead Hannah Grace’s corpse.

The Possession Of Hannah Grace Knows The Lyrics, But Not the Beat

At times, The Possession of Hannah Grace flashes signs of potential. Somewhere in its trim 86 minutes, there’s a good movie, or at least some good ideas, waiting to burst out. Director Diederik Van Rooijen and screenwriter Brian Sieve clearly have watched some good horror movies. There’s the obvious references to The Autopsy of Jane Doe. Additionally, horror fans will recognize several narrative and visual tropes from exorcism-themed films. From The Last Exorcism to The Ring, Hannah Grace knows enough to crib from the the right movies.


While the movie has a workmanlike quality to it, its story and climax feel oddly perfunctory.

Though there’s hints of promise, The Possession of Hannah Grace derails itself rather abruptly. Yes, there are a few bumps and jumps that occasionally work. But Van Rooijen fails to conjure up much atmosphere or dread. Instead the movie mindlessly moves from one scare to the next, with diminishing returns. No sense of immediacy or urgency ever emerges from the story. While there’s a workmanlike quality to everything, the story and climax feel oddly perfunctory.

Familiar and Needless Backstory Detract From the Scares

Derivative film-making can be passable if there’s some visual flair or likable characters. Just as Van Rooijen doesn’t do enough to jolt the audience, Brian Sieve’s screenplay is a slapdash of ideas from better movies. Shay Mitchell is a good actress, but her ‘Megan Reed’ character is a collection of worn out plot devices. She’s the burn-out, pill-popping ex-cop with a traumatic past. in addition to its familiarity, the character backstory feels detached. Nothing Megan’s past feels compelling and ultimately detracts from the movie’s supernatural happenings. No one else in the movie ever really registers. As the titular Hannah Grace, Kirby Johnson contorts and creeps in ways reminiscent of Ashley Bell in The Last Exorcism. Unfortunately, Johnson is also let down by a weak story.

Familiar Horror With Forgettable Results

With so many possession flicks floating around, The Possession of Hannah Grace does little to stand out. Its an overly derivative and familiar supernatural horror effort that leans too closely to superior movies. Overall, Hannah Grace is an inoffensive, watchable, and completely forgettable addition to the possession horror sub-genre.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: C-

The Crucifixion: True Story, Fake Scares

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Exorcism-themed movies are so plentiful in horror that they’re practically their own subgenre. Don’t believe me. Check out Netflix’s current horror titles. I’m willing to bet there’s several movies with some possession story element. Veronica, Deliver Us From Evil, The Rite, The Taking of Deborah Logan, The Possession – they’re all still floating around Netflix. At the start of December, Netflix added director Xavier Gens’ latest effort, The Crucifixion. You can be forgiven if it doesn’t ring a bell. The Crucifixion had a limited theatrical release in late 2017. But does Xavier Gens do enough to distinguish his possession flick from the demonic host?

Synopsis

In Bucharest, Father Dumitru attempts an exorcism on Sister Adelina Marinescu that ends tragically with her death. Subsequently, the church abandons Father Dumitru and the authorities charge him with murder. Meanwhile, a young New York journalist, Nicole Rawlins, takes an interest in Dumitru’s case. Rawlins has her own personal interest in the dangers of faith that drives her. But as her investigation into the failed exorcism intensifies, Rawlin’s lack of faith becomes seriously tested.

The Crucifixion Possessed by a Familiar Story

Loosely inspired by the Tanacu exorcism case, The Crucifixion is a dull and incongruent mix of genres. Writers Chad and Carey Hayes very much want The Crucifixion to feel like a sort of pseudo docu-drama. Yet while The Exorcism of Emily Rose successfully straddled the fence between legal drama and horror movie, The Crucifixion comes up short. In fact, the Hayes seem to lose interest in their source material.

Quite frankly, much of the story feels forced to produce cheap jump scares.

It’s too bad because there were some interesting possibilities open to the movie. The real-life Tanacu case could have produced a creepy and ambiguous exploration of faith and superstition in a secularized world. Instead the Hayes cast aside subtly and embrace just about every movie exorcism plot point ever committed to film. Yes, we get some interesting details about exorcisms. But these more cerebral story elements are lost in overused demonic tropes. Quite frankly, much of the story feels forced to produce cheap jump scares. We even have the ‘skeptical protagonist‘, Nicole Rawlins, whose lost faith is supposed to add some depth. But it’s such a contrived background that one wonders why the writers didn’t have confidence in the real case upon which the movie is based.

Director Xavier Gens Needed Two Priests

Director Xavier Gens showed potential with his feature-length debut, Frontier(s). Sadly, The Crucifixion doesn’t evidence much of that potential. While there’s a workmanlike quality in the pacing and scares, The Crucifixion can’t escape feeling utterly familiar. Both exorcism scenes that bookend the movie are pretty derivative of much better movies. Contorted bodies and distorted voices will remind you of The Last Exorcism, The Conjuring movies, and The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Though Gens may remind you of these movies, he never approaches their genuine scares. And don’t even think of referencing The Exorcist. Not even close.

While there’s a workmanlike quality in the pacing and scares, The Crucifixion can’t escape feeling utterly familiar.

This is a movie that relies almost entirely on cheap jump scares. Some of these jump scares are marginally effective. But you’ve seen them all before. There’s nothing here that will resonate beyond the closing credits. Perhaps even worse, these scares are shoehorned into the movie in moments that don’t make much sense. Again, The Crucifixion would rather manufacture convoluted chills than tells what is an interesting story. Even the climatic exorcism is a letdown, feeling rushed.

Decent Performances and Serviceable Effects Add Little

Kingsman actress Sophie Cookson headlines The Crucifixion in what is a largely thankless role. The Hayes’ screenplay saddles Cookson with such a contrived and lazy backstory that it drains the young star of most of her charisma. In regards to the rest of the cast, everyone else is fine neither dazzling nor dragging things down. Some of the effects occasionally look cheap but never descend to a SyFy movie level.

The Crucifixion Does Enough to Possess Your Attention, But Not Much Else

Overall, The Crucifixion does little to distinguish itself from the host of demonic possession movies. A few of the ‘bump in the night’ scares are serviceable. To his credit, Gens also keeps the generic story moving along. The Crucifixion isn’t likely to bore you, but you’re not likely to remember much about it when it’s over.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: C

Haunted on Netflix: A Rock In Your Trick-Or-Treat Bag

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Netflix boasts quite a selection of documentaries. Foodies have Chef’s Table and Ugly Delicious, both of which make cooking more fascinating than you could imagine. For the budding criminologists, there’s the addictive How to Make a Murderer. This past week, Netflix gifted horror fans with the horror docu-series, Haunted. But don’t get excited. As it turns out, Haunted is the equivalent of getting rocks in your trick-or-treat bag.

Haunted Buries Its Own Concept With A Lame Format

My name is Haiden. I know I have a demon attached to me” (Episode 6)

Maybe you were expecting a panel of paranormal experts dissecting supernatural tales. Well, you can forget it. Instead, Haunted mixes ‘dramatic re-enactments’ with ‘actors’ and the actual ‘haunted’ telling their story while surrounded by family and friends. The conceit of the format is that these are real people telling their stories to loved ones. It’s painfully awkward and stupid. While this “real” person (not an actor) tearfully recounts their experiences, you’re bludgeoned with reaction shots from family and friends. Facial expressions range from confused to constipated.

They even include a title card assuring us that ‘The following is a true story’. Sure.

There are no attempts to dig into these stories. Oh, Haunted tries to convince you it’s all real. They even include a title card assuring us that ‘The following is a true story.’ Sure. If the docu-series wanted authenticity, it could have made some effort to present research or other testimonials. Maybe the odd site visit. I would have even settled for some EMF meters or night-vision cameras. I truly don’t understand the point of having family and friends staring dumbfounded while listening to these stories.

Only Six Episodes, But It’s Six Episodes Too Many

Netflix original series are often criticized for packing in too many episodes. In contrast, Haunted seems thankfully restrained with only six episodes. Each episode is also only 20 to 30 minutes in length. Yet somehow it still feels like too much. Nowhere in the approximate two to two and a half hours of this contrived mess is there an original idea.

Episode titles include ‘The Slaughterhouse’, ‘Alien Infection’, and ‘Children of the Well.’ One episode even follows a young woman who keeps a stolen headstone from an ex-boyfriend. And don’t worry, one of the episodes makes reference to an ‘old Indian burial ground’. With so many fascinating urban legends to explore, it’s disappointing that Haunted chooses to mine old horror tropes.

Cheap, Recycled Horror Imagery Abounds

Younger Netflix viewers may enjoy some of the re-enactments. Older horror fans are more likely to yawn than cringe. It’s almost as though the series creator binged hours of horror films while scribbling drawings and notes on a napkin. There’s a lot of cheap looking imagery that’s reminiscent of better horror films and shows. Most of the re-enactments are frenetically edited with blaring generic horror music. You can forget subtly. Haunted feels like an anvil being dropped on your head. Episode 3, The Slaughterhouse, gets bonus points for its nonsensically hyper footage.

Haunted Reveals the Horrors of the Cash-In

Haunted may be awful, but Netflix knows what it’s doing. They dropped this series close to Halloween. Just to be safe, they tucked it right in between The Haunting of Hill House and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Apparently, some viewers are just realizing that the stories in Haunted may not be real. No kidding. The scariest thing Haunted accomplished – it made me miss Zac Bagans. And now there’s a second season. Damn you, Netflix.

THE PROFESSOR’S FINAL GRADE: F