Studio: Shudder
Director: Corinna Faith
Writer: Corinna Faith
Producer: Rob Watson, Matthew James Wilkinson
Stars: Rose Williams, Charlie Carrick, Gbemisola Ikumelo, Theo Barklem-Biggs, Nuala McGowan, Emma Rigby, Diveen Henry, Paul Antony-Barber, Shakira Rahman, Clara Read
Review Score:
Summary:
During London’s 1974 blackouts, a timid nurse faces supernatural horrors linked to a haunted hospital’s terrible secret.
Review:
Val has a history of timidity. As an orphan at Our Lady of Grace, Val developed an intense fear of the dark along with a reputation for falsehoods that made her a top target for bullying. As the newest nurse at East London Royal Infirmary, Val continues to be a meek magnet for condescension, turning her face to the floor and taking insulting indignities with apologetic humility.
Her frightened frailty makes Val a terrible choice for a lonely late shift during a nighttime blackout. Yet that’s the fate Val earns by being on the wrong side of a stern matron determined to remind Val of her lowly station in the hospital’s hierarchy. This leaves Val to fend for herself against a sleazy custodian’s unwanted advances, an old rival’s renewed interest in belittling her, and a paranormal presence apparently haunting the hallways.
“The Power” is the kind of movie that can be described with a number of “the kind of movie that” observations. The British-born film is set in London circa 1974, so it features the kind of period piece drama you can visualize dressed in a stiffly starched turtleneck and herringbone jacket if it were capable of wearing clothes. Psychological chills steep deep in drawn out suspense, making “The Power” the kind of supernatural thriller that’s top heavy on plentiful shots of Val cautiously creeping by candlelight, by lantern light, or in dark shadows.
“The Power” is the kind of atmosphere-intensive haunter whose restrained frights are more effective when you only watch one brooding mood movie infrequently, not 100 similar films each year. To be perfectly upfront, I wasn’t personally excited about “The Power.” Previews accurately presented it as a test of patience for how many minutes one can remain entranced by overhead angles of spiral staircases, hands hesitantly extending toward an object, and other hallmarks of slow burn style.
Releasing on Shudder only one week apart, “The Power” blended indistinguishably with “The Banishing,” another “inspired by true events” UK indie populated by prim people and poltergeists who gradually build a mystery by being annoyingly coy about why they’re vengeful. I wasn’t going to watch both likeminded dread dramas, and wasn’t sure I even wanted to watch one, as I’ve consumed enough content set in haunted hospitals to last ten lifetimes, and have increasing difficulty telling them apart in my disinterested memory.
Digital water cooler chatter changed my mind about giving “The Power” a chance to prove it could be above average atmospheric horror. Notable people in genre entertainment praised writer/director Corinna Faith’s deft hand at crafting a traditional ghost story brimming with breathtakingly suggestive fear. On top of technical proficiency, admirers applauded the film’s themes of empowerment, specifically that of a marginalized woman finding the strength to finally rebel against systemic sexual abuse and patriarchal oppression.
As mentioned in other relevant reviews, my position as a privileged white male doesn’t give me the sharpest scalpel for dissecting “The Power’s” takedowns of misogyny, sexism, and exploiting gender bias to assert authority. Voices with antennas more pointedly tuned to those topics can offer higher value insight on those parallels. Objectively, I’ll simply say “The Power” strikes a strong balance to where its commentary becomes an essential ingredient in the story without endangering the moral through superficial preaching. Even though it’s set five decades ago, “The Power” is tragically timely, not shallowly trendy to piggyback off #MeToo virtue.
I can better speak to Corinna Faith’s skill at orchestrating cinematic scares, which is abundant. A fair deal of familiarity exists in each sudden jolt, nightmarish vision, and extended sequence of cobwebbed corridor tiptoeing. Yet Faith’s extensive ability to mold specific sights and sounds into a world that chokingly consumes Val extends outward to envelop the audience as well.
All told, “The Power” is the kind of quiet thriller that can be considered an acquired taste. Acquiring that taste comes down to one’s tolerance for trudging through the rote ramp-up required to arrive at the macabre moments and message on the other side of the hump. “The Power’s” best bits, at least as far as horror goes, are backloaded to the last half, which employs a nimbler energy that could have benefitted the stodgier first act.
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.