F. Javier Gutiérrez, 2017, USA
Another
entry in the Sadako saga – or rather, “Samara” in this American interpretation.
Following up Gore Gabrinski’s genuinely unsettling American version of Hideo
Nakata’s 1998 original ‘Ringu’ (yes,
keep up; the history of ‘Ringu’ isn’t
quite as byzantine as ‘The Grudge’,
but there’s still much to this franchise), this seems to be in an awkward place
between trying to reboot and assuming we probably already know the premise. It
dashes off the “VHS-curse-virus” without much ceremony and then, as it probably
has too, updates it to the digital age. It quickly moves on from its more
intriguing subplot where a professor has a kind of club of potential Samara
victims – which could have explored youth’s morbid fascination with cheating
death as well as trying to deconstruct Samara with science and would have been
a more interesting tale – and heads for another tedious origins plot. What
dilutes Samara’s scariness is not just mediocre dialogue and a series of random
jump scares (noisy opening of umbrellas!) or the litany of non sequitirs, but a certain lack of intimacy as she seems to move
into ‘Final Destination’ shenanigans - for example, causing a plane to crash (wait,
so she is now happy to kill those who haven’t seen the tape? They’re just
collateral damage?). Forget this for she has her true moment later on crawling
out from a flatscreen TV. But that’s it: one genuinely creepy set piece before the script even seems to forget the seven day threat to Julia
(Matilda Lutz), loaded as that is with impending doom and suspense. Then for the origin,
it moves into ‘Don’t Breathe’ territory and the terror of Samara becomes somewhat secondary.
The cast and wafer thin characters
go through the motions, moving from narrative trope to cliché just to go through the motions rather than
becoming fully formed; indeed, the film skips over its potentially most
interesting character and actor in Johnny Galecki’s Gabriel. It’s slickly made
and probably doesn’t quite deserve the ire spewed at it, but most of all it is
rote, confused and uninteresting. And the Braille twist shows how horror can be
unintentially silly and laughable when not bolstered by a stronger context. And
dull.
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