Blumhouse Productions – of Paranormal Activity notoriety – inadvertently
prove that their ethos of low budget, high-concept filmmaking is as challenging
to execute coherently as it sounds. Scott Derrickson’s hybrid found-footage
haunted house chiller, Sinister, displays
no clear train of narrative thought beneath its spook house gag exterior;
instead, it attempts to manufacture some semblance of authenticity from an unusual
amalgamation of human neuroses, ancient occultism and consumer videography. But
it never quite makes you believe, despite Ethan Hawke’s considerable facial acting chops.
The story chronicles a once-prosperous
true crime writer, Ellison (Ethan Hawke), probing for his next bestseller in
his new family home that just so happens to be filled with super 8 films
containing disturbing content. Just who left the reels and who captured the
events becomes the focus of his research, with every pallid digit pointing
phantasmatically at a Babylonian creeper who resembles the lead vocalist in a
shock rock band.
Young Clare Foley and her personal ancient evil |
If you’ve failed to sense Sinister’s originality from even a
cursory glance at this slightly flippant synopsis, it’s probably because said “originality”
is derivative of at least a half dozen films before its time that have explored
either celluloid-based found footage or imagery as a medium for navigating
parallel dimensions. Allegorically, the realms of Schumacher’s 8MM and some kind of Thomas Harris biographical
crossover to do for film stock what The
Ring did for VHS cassette.
An admirable ternary mode of plot
progression that seamlessly moves from formulaic thriller; to gimmicky shocker
before finally settling at its supernatural roost, is the Derrickson capstone.
Beyond that, Sinister, from its
overbearingly loud jump cues; to its punchy one-word title and grisly cover
artwork, has a single objective – and that's to shallowly entertain the
audience for 90 minutes, which it does.
Rating: 3.5/5
Rating: 3.5/5