I knew nothing about this one except that it was a ghost story and that it got good reviews on the circuit. Thus I went into it expecting a quality ghost story. We’ve all seen movies like that. They’re slow-burn. The tensions is slowly ratcheted up. The chills creep up on you. It’s all played with subtlety. What was that knocking sound? Did you really see that shadow move? Slowly advancing footsteps on the stairs. Creak. Creak. Creak. That’s what I went in expecting. Boy was I surprised—in a really good way. This one was way more EVIL DEAD than I anticipated. The ghosts in this one are as much 80s slashers as they are ghosts. I love it.
Another thing I hadn’t expected but which I was delighted to encounter: the dry humor. It’s nothing overt; it’s not slapstick. But I found myself chuckling several times. It’s funny because they play it so straight. The laughs are so subtle you might miss them if you aren’t paying attention. A bereaved couple move into a haunted house. That’s the premise. Totally standard. But from there it takes off in all kinds of crazy ways. Just hold on and enjoy the ride.
Oh, and Larry Fessenden is in it, so it has that going for it, too. So much fun.