Studio: Fox Searchlight
Director: David Bruckner
Writer: Ben Collins, Luke Piotrowski
Producer: David S. Goyer, Keith Levine, John Zois
Stars: Rebecca Hall, Sarah Goldberg, Evan Jonigkeit, Stacy Martin, Vondie Curtis Hall
Review Score:
Summary:
Unusual events lead a grieving widow to investigate the mysterious secrets behind her husband’s unexpected suicide.
Review:
It happens to all of us at one time or another. It happened to me with “The Night House.”
For a different review written recently, I rhetorically asked, “How many times has festival chatter pre-pumped a production as the best thing since sliced bread, then once it went out to the public, unimpressed viewers responded with, ‘That’s all?’” I used “festival chatter” in that musing but I essentially meant any kind of anticipatory buildup, whether it comes from external influences or just expectations we inflate for ourselves.
Every number in “The Night House” belonged to an address located right up my alley. The film stars Rebecca Hall, a consistently enigmatic performer whose effortless ability to infuse everyday characters with boundless intelligence and naturalistic humanity is practically unparalleled among peers. Its director is David Bruckner, who began making a distinguishing mark in genre entertainment with his indie hit “The Signal” in 2007, but fully realized that promised potential ten years later with “The Ritual” (review here), one of the few unforgettable thrillers to ever come out of Netflix. Speaking of unforgettable thrillers from that year, “The Night House” screenwriting team of Ben Collins and Luke Piotrowski also penned the coming-of-age chiller “Super Dark Times” (review here), a movie whose dread-drenched mood landed it a prime spot on my personal list of top movies for 2017.
Take that talent, tie them together with the post-Sundance heat of more than one critic hailing “The Night House” as “the best horror film of the year,” and I buckled up for what I presumed would undoubtedly be a memorably macabre experience. When I exited at the other end of a finely tuned yet relatively ordinary haunter however, I found myself asking, “That’s all?”
Funnily enough, “That’s all?” is something Rebecca Hall’s character has been wondering since she was 17. Back then, Beth was struck by a car and her heart stopped. Beth had always heard about the supposed light at the end of the afterlife’s tunnel. But during the four minutes she was dead, she only saw tunnel. After she was resuscitated, Beth’s brief brush with death led her to believe life is all there is. No Heaven. No Hell. Nothing but emptiness once our time on Earth ends.
Right now, Beth deals with a different death. Montage shots of crumpled tissues, side-by-side sinks standing empty, and a vacancy occupying one half of her bed immediately inform us this is a woman mourning the loss of her husband, Owen.
As expected, Rebecca Hall is terrific in the role. When we first meet Beth, she’s already a widow, and has barely been one for a week. Although a couple of quick home video clips come up later, we never see her and Owen together during their marriage and yet, purely through the book’s worth of reflective reverie Hall puts on her face, we fully feel the magnitude of Beth’s pain stemming from the sense that her relationship was a happy one cut tragically short. Be it a scene of depressed drunkenness or just a cold glare toward a bothersome woman at work, Hall tells complete stories with limited words, tearful expressions, and the seemingly simple ways in which she moves about maudlin mementos adorning her home.
Given the gravity of the subject matter, and casting someone of Hall’s caliber to steer the ship through emotionally heavy themes, one might think “The Night House” would more deeply develop the drama of dealing with death. The movie has increasingly less to say about loss however, as it starts slowly and solely focusing on unraveling the mystery of supernatural sights and sounds preventing Beth from sleeping peacefully. Beth can’t quite be sure if they’re waking visions or only ordinary nightmares, but Owen seems to be haunting their home. I say “seems to be,” though it shouldn’t take anyone even remotely familiar with ghost stories to put together the basics of what’s going on well before the film’s slow-burn suspense finally pays off with a demonic denouement.
Under ordinary circumstances, such as an average leading lady or under-experienced director working with an unsteady hand, “The Night House” wouldn’t register on any radars except those belonging only to the most ardent admirers of mid-level haunted house horror. Starting with the remote home in the woods where Beth lives, we’re clearly creeping about in routine fright film territory. Creaks upstairs and shadows quickly disappearing around corners. A sudden jump or two. The classic “it was actually just a nightmare” scare. Then piecemeal exposition comes courtesy of characters who only exist for that purpose, obligatory online research, and informative books uncovered at exactly the right moment in standard plot development.
Although arguably a tick on the generous side, 65/100 ends up being a fair score because, despite points deducted for predictability, “The Night House” remains an expertly crafted excursion into eeriness. Whether it’s Vondie Curtis Hall in a disposable supporting role that doesn’t matter, or cinematographer Elisha Christian carefully considering the camera’s path through a déjà vu boo, everyone on both sides of the lens is incredibly skilled at what they do.
From Bruckner and Hall to Collins and Piotrowski, they’ve all done better work before. Yet “The Night House” proves that even when they’re creatively coasting across previously paved highways, they still deliver above average entertainment. It’ll be too slow for some and too “I’ve been here before” for others. But this is one case where expectations have to be adjusted below the reputations preceding everyone in order to maximize engagement. Otherwise you’re liable to react like I did, feeling like the film was fine, yet still asking, “That’s it?”
Review Score: 65
At least the movie only runs 70 minutes, though I suppose that extra 10 technically disqualifies it from being a literal amateur hour.