Studio: Paramount Pictures
Director: Mary Lambert
Writer: Stephen King
Producer: Richard P. Rubinstein
Stars: Dale Midkiff, Fred Gwynne, Denise Crosby, Brad Greenquist, Michael Lombard, Miko Hughes, Blaze Berdahl
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Summary:
A distraught father exploits a cursed burial ground to bring his young son back from the dead.
Review:
Moving from Chicago to rural Maine put the picture-perfect Creed Family across the street from Jud Crandall, the kindliest old neighbor anyone could wish for outside of Mayberry. It also put the Creeds between a road notoriously known for speeding trucks and a path to a peculiar piece of land in the woods.
Jud introduces Louis and Rachel, their young daughter Ellie, and toddler son Gage to the pet cemetery, a tucked away place where distraught children buried unlucky animals who wandered into that road. Hidden further back, far beyond homemade headstones, lies a stranger stretch of earth known only to a few.
Jud escorts Louis to a secret Micmac burial ground when the road claims Ellie’s cat Church as its latest victim. Believing the poor girl isn’t ready to deal with death, Jud has Louis bury Church’s stiff carcass in the stony ground. Before long, Church miraculously returns home, oddly more ferocious than before.
Louis was supposed to keep the resurrection between he and Jud. But when a too human tragedy hits home, Louis’ grief compels him to revisit the burial ground once again. Despite warnings from Jud as well as a ghost with a gaping head wound, Louis appeals to the secret cemetery’s power to fix his broken family. What Louis discovers instead is that sometimes dead is better.
Three decades have passed since the 1989 release of “Pet Sematary,” a movie I watched repeatedly with frightened fascination as a teen. The way I remember it, common consensus at the time and going forward agreed the film was chilling, gut-wrenching, and top of the heap in the realm of late ‘80s horror.
It wasn’t until 2018, when steam started picking up for Dennis Widmyer and Kevin Kolsch’s 2019 adaptation (review here), that the tide seemed to turn. Online articles about the new movie contained comments casting the 1989 original as overhyped, un-scary, poorly paced, even poorly written (by the undisputed ‘Master of Horror’ no less). Was the rosy fog of nostalgia incorrectly coloring my memories, or were younger viewers who weren’t raised on the film simply seeing it with unimpressed eyes?
Revisiting “Pet Sematary” over 30 years later, there’s no doubt in my mind that backlash must be based on mistaken 21st-century ennui that something beloved must now be seen as boring. Because I can’t imagine a take more inaccurate than identifying director Mary Lambert’s masterpiece using any of the unflattering terms above.
You’d be hard pressed to find a more functionally solid distillation of a Stephen King work condensed into a 100-minute feature. Unlike a number of King adaptations, there’s little to complain about here with regard to omissions, additions, or reinterpretations of the source material. Powered by an uncomplicated plot, “Pet Sematary” fires a straight shot through the meatiest beats, rarely getting sidetracked with inessentials while ensuring deeper themes about dealing with death always get their due.
There isn’t much negligible material in an otherwise lean and mean EC Comics-inspired terror tale. But if pressed to weed out imperfections, I’d maybe start with Missy Dandridge. The death of the Creeds’ dour housekeeper inspires an important discussion amongst the family that leads to Rachel’s haunting recollection of her dead sister Zelda. Yet earlier moments with Missy are merely cursory inclusions laying groundwork for her suicide, which serves her only meaningful purpose in the movie.
The cast couldn’t be better. Fred Gwynne does the impossible by embodying a character so infectiously amiable, Jud Crandall almost eclipses Gwynne’s iconic association with Herman Munster. Dale Midkiff fantastically flips between fatherly charm when consoling his daughter and zombified shellshock when grieving for Gage. Miko Hughes is as terrifying as he is adorable, putting in perhaps the most impressive performance ever pulled out of a child actor in diapers.
Everything about Gage’s death and subsequent funeral is absolutely crushing, from the boy’s bloody shoe tumbling in slow motion to Louis’ guttural “Khan!” cry underneath snapshots of their formerly happy family. The heartstring yanks are so deliberate, yet the classic cinematic techniques masterfully manipulate the audience so that the horror can have its precise emotional punch.
The visual of meningitis-afflicted Zelda has been burned into countless mind’s eyes. The shot of Gage’s cold hand jostling in his knocked over coffin pimples skin with goosebumps without being graphic. Elliot Goldenthal’s Amityville-esque score of cherubic la-la-la’s equally induces shivers. The Ramones’ ‘Pet Sematary’ is one of the only end credits rock songs to not suck. And try to tell me you’ve never mimicked Fred Gwynne’s drawl and said, “sometimes dead is bettah.” Individually, these are all memorable moments. Collectively, they constitute a classic.
“Pet Sematary” provokes thoughtful commentary, promotes morality about accepting mortality, and most importantly, frightens across a spectrum of sinister suggestions ranging from gory gruesomeness to tragically losing a child. The movie’s messages are timeless. Its imagery is often unnerving. What more can a fright fan possibly want from a horror movie?
Review Score: 90
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.