On this Monday night I would be curled up with a bowl of wine watching Chaz Bono do the cha-cha-cha on this season's “Dancing with the Stars.” However, it being Halloweentime, such things are made to be sacrificed in the spirit of Horrorthon . . . right?
This movie opens on a family that has just moved in to an abundantly spacious house – the father Josh is always busy working overtime, the mother Renai has her hands full with rearing three children named Dalton, Foster, and Cali, and to top it all off, the place is haunted. Well, not quite.
I must admit when I first viewed this with Johnny Sweatpants, I dismissed it as a paranormal-something ripoff that doesn't really explain the origin of an evil force terrorizing people that don't seem to have any outstanding qualities. I even started dozing off – it's not boring, I swear! I'm totally intrigued about the mishaps and meanderings of your three beautiful but awkwardly-named children!
Things get a little more interesting when Dalton hits his head falling off a ladder in the attic – and ends up in a coma. From there strange shit starts to happen: lights flicker, house alarm goes off, random banging on doors, bloodied hands on window, a strange man appears in the baby's room, black & white dream sequence. I'm not one for watching scary movies (I like to stick with a comfortable psychological thriller), but there were several moments where I felt scared in a way that I haven't experienced since middle school.
Insidious' slow build-up created an eerie atmosphere that left this Horrorthon n00b satisfied. I felt like it had enough plot substance to carry the movie to the end, and the composition of each frame elicited the right reaction from me. The nasty evil forces are given sufficient screen-time and do not wear out their welcome and therefore remain creepy and scary to the very end.
. . . Oh yeah and there's this creepy chick that totally looks like me.