What I Liked: The
story about a husband/father (Dale Midkiff (Love
Potion No. 9)) who keeps bringing dead family members back to life is
pretty fuckin’ cool. However you just
gotta roll with how they unfold everything and not think about it too much. If you can do that then you’ll be rewarded
with an interesting riff on Frankenstein.
Yet another movie with a killer kid in it. This one is by far the youngest too at like three
years old or some shit. The combination
of the child being preposterously young and the obvious use of a stunt doll in
some shots makes this infant murderer comical.
It was impossible for me to take that tiny bastard seriously. In that regard it was amusing and sorta fun
to watch, well up to a point. More on
that in a minute. And on a side note
what the hell’s up with the films I picked this year having adolescent slashers
in them? Such a peculiar trend to accidentally
inflict upon myself.
What I Didn’t Like:
The acting is not very good all around especially Midkiff who plays it too
monotone. Fred Gwynne (Fatal Attraction) is alright I guess but
his exaggerated accent, which I can only assume is supposed to be a Maine one,
is incredibly distracting.
Two scenes of “Nooooooooo!”
Once is really pushing it but two?
I’m calling foul.
There’s a bunch of superfluous shit in here like the laundry
lady who hangs herself and is never mentioned again, the wife’s backstory
involving a sick bed-ridden demon-possessed-looking sister who she hated, the
ghost that tries to guide and help the family out at various points but
ultimately doesn’t have any real impact on the story and etc. Maybe this stuff had more meaning or worked
better in the book but in the movie it’s thrown in without any thought of why
it’s there.
Midkiff doesn’t learn his lesson that he shouldn’t reanimate
dead creatures which is very frustrating.
Sure it’s a little funny because he’s such a stupid person but after all
the horrific shit he goes through he still doesn’t see anything wrong with
putting folks six feet under in that old supernatural Indian burial ground.
Overall Impressions:
This was a mixed experience. On one hand
I enjoyed the general premise and how we ramp up from evil dead cat to evil
dead person. It’s a natural progression
that you want to see and the filmmakers give it to you. On the other hand the story becomes
predictable which causes Midkiff to come off like kind of an idiot. Of course whatever you lay to rest in the
Indian cemetery, sorry, sematary is gonna come back all fucked up bent on
murdering everything in its sight.
And I can’t believe they actually went for the homicidal scalpel
wielding toddler full on. I mean his own
father has to take him down making this even edgier. The whole thing has a Child’s Play feel, particularly Child’s
Play 2 when Chucky has that switchblade towards the end, with how
relentless and vile the kid becomes. I
wonder if there was any influence but the timeline don’t quite add up so it’s
unclear (Sematary book (1983), Child’s Play (1988), Sematary movie (1989), Child’s Play 2 (1990)). The big notable difference however is one is
a doll and one is a human child.
This is a tough recommendation. It’s so well known that if you’re a horror
fan you should get around to checking it out at some point. If you’re not I don’t know if there’s enough
here. The odder things like the wife’s ghastly
sister haunting her and the final twist at the end are completely unnecessary
but at the same time kinda neat on their own merits.
Stephen King’s done worse and better. This one is fairly typical of him in that
there are good ideas but he has trouble fitting them all together.