Studio: Blumhouse/Amazon Studios
Director: Axelle Carolyn
Writer: Axelle Carolyn
Producer: Jason Blum
Stars: Barbara Hershey, Bruce Davison, Nicholas Alexander, Jill Larson, Fran Bennett, Katie Amanda Keane, Ciera Payton, Nancy Linehan Charles, Shelley Robertson, Stacey Travis
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Summary:
A new nursing home resident questions her sanity upon uncovering a supernatural conspiracy connected to suspicious deaths.
Review:
One thing I appreciate about the two ‘Welcome to the Blumhouse’ movies I watched in 2021 is that even though they may tell typical terror tales, at least they take place in atypical locations. “Bingo Hell” (review here) set its standard supernatural fable in a small town gambling hall. “The Manor” slots its common haunted house chiller inside a residential nursing home, with a similarly underrepresented set of senior citizens composing its cast of key characters.
Which is another thing I like about these two films. How often do you see a 70-year-old woman as the centerpiece star of a horror movie? Both times these Blumhouse projects have shaken up familiar fright flick formulas by saying sayonara to the usual roster of horny high-schoolers or camping college kids and going with a gaggle of grandmas instead.
Speaking specifically for “The Manor,” which is a sober haunter while “Bingo Hell” went for comedic quirk, the downside to aging up is younger viewers who don’t relate to dealing with dementia aren’t going to gravitate toward these grim grey-hairs. Threading much more slow-build suspense than splattery shocks, “The Manor” includes nearly no blood and a low body count of old folks dropping dead in unspectacular fashion. Middle-aged men and women susceptible to atmosphere-oriented tension will get more out of the movie’s meaning, as “The Manor” just naturally skews toward audiences interested in a mature take on macabre themes and low-octane thrills.
Anchoring the story around an elderly woman in a nursing home continues to be an inspired choice because it inherently answers common questions concerning cursed places on “The Manor’s” behalf. After suffering a stroke, Judith voluntarily gives herself over to Golden Sun’s care, and her contractual commitment provides a built-in excuse for why she can’t get off the grounds easily once seemingly supernatural scares start hitting the fan. It also makes sense that no one takes her “crazy” claims of a shadowy figure seriously, because naturally she must be suffering from Alzheimer’s-induced delusions.
“The Manor” doesn’t exactly escort us into undiscovered country. Seeds of suspicion planted in the first act aren’t clues so much as clichés. Golden Sun is the kind of care facility populated by conspicuously secretive staff members shooting shifty stares while wild-eyed seniors cryptically complain about recurring night terrors. When Judith connects a few deaths to a shadowy shape and a couple of people who don’t seem to age, let’s just say it doesn’t take Columbo to figure out what kind of life-draining rituals are going on around an ancient oak tree every other evening.
It’s slow going to get to a destination that seasoned horror fans can see coming from yesterday, but Barbara Hershey’s inimitable screen presence possesses the power to suck you right into completely ordinary scenes. “The Manor” features plenty of Hershey pondering her twilight years with likeminded peers, bonding with her doting teenage grandson, and butting heads with a daughter who misunderstands her mother. Hershey eats up these everyday moments with sincerity equal to the intensity she pulses into moments of pure panic. Mundane though some of these sequences may be, Hershey consistently conveys endearing warmth and wise awareness to keep the movie’s momentum steady even when patient pacing hits ruts in the mud.
As expectedly excellent as she is, scene after scene of Hershey flinching at shadows and crying wolf to deaf ears does get redundant. Fortunately, the film only runs 80 minutes, which includes credits, so slow spots don’t have leashes long enough to drag extraordinarily far.
Usually when there isn’t a whole lot to say, it’s because a film is so poorly produced that traditional criticism is a waste of time, or because bones are so bare, there’s very little to really dig into anyway. There isn’t a whole lot left to say about “The Manor,” although in this case that’s only because the movie is pretty much a straightforward spookshow, which is good if you’re in the mood for an uncomplicated little mystery, but not so great if you’d prefer something with more unpredictable bite.
Review Score: 60
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.