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Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension: Long-Running Horror Series 'Ends' With a Squib
As the supposed last entry to the multimillion dollar haunted-house-found-footage franchise created by Oren Peli back in 2007, Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension is surprisingly indifferent and unsurprisingly ineffective.
The story is centred on the Fleege family; father, Ryan (Murray), mother, Emily (Shaw) and their young daughter, Leila (George), who have just moved into their spacious new home in the Californian suburbs. It's Christmas time and the family is looking forward to the holidays, inviting Ryan's brother, Mike (Gill) and Emily's sister, Skyler (Dudley) for an extended family visit.
While the family is putting up the holiday decorations, Ryan and Mike stumble upon an old box filled with VHS tapes – surprise, surprise - and a big custom-made video camera that can capture images that a normal video camera cannot. Naturally, the boys begin digging into their newly-found possessions and soon discover that the tapes are video recordings which have captured the lives two young sisters named Kristi and Katie. Unsurprisingly,strange things soon begin to occur around the Fleege household, prompting the setup of video surveillance cameras which will hopefully capture whatever it is that has decided to haunt them.
Projected in a debatable 3D format and written by an army of writers, it's business as usual with the franchise's sixth addition which, once again, implements the already standardised – and tired - version of the franchise' paranormal template-of-scares. Nice family moves into nice house in nice suburban area and strange things begin to occur, video cameras are assembled and the residents' lives are threatened by an invisible entity. There is nothing refreshing or innovative – if you don't count the elaborate CGI effects and lazy 3D setup – about the series' final chapter.
In its attempt to offer some sort of an explanation behind onscreen mythology, the writers put a 'face' to Toby – THE demonic entity and one of the main protagonists of the series – who, up until this point, had always remained invisible and therefore, relatively scary. Now, the audiences are given the opportunity to see what he looks like and the fear factor – which was pretty low to begin with – has been reduced into a small handful of frights.
Failing to bring the long-running film series full-circle and offer its fans a duly deserved explanation behind the last eight years of paranormal torture, a combination of cheap scare tactics and very little logic is once again on display, inducing very little fear and a whole bunch of let downs. Let's just hope that this is the end.
What can you say about the seemingly unstoppable force that is Nicolas Cage that hasn’t been said before? A magnet for the most troubled, muddled and just generally exasperating films to hit cinemas in the last five years, his latest work in USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage does nothing to change his fortunes.
Despite being based on one a true story that has all the makings of a war epic, the Mario Van Peebles-directed USS Indianapolis bleeds all and any gravitas and emotion out of its incredibly dramatic source material.
The story goes as thus: the eponymous US Navy cruiser delivered the first parts of the atomic bomb that would go on to devastate Hiroshima, before being torpedoed by the Japanese navy, leaving some 300 of the 1000-plus crewmen dead and the rest stranded in shark-infested waters. Said sharks, along with dehydration and salt water poisoning, leave just over 300 survivors to be rescued.
At the centre of the ensuing hubbub is Cage’s Captain McVay, who many, very unreasonably, blame for the death of the 700 or so victims – so you see, it’s a very complex story, but one that very quickly descend into and exercise on how not to make a war film.
The occasional laughable CGI aside, Cage is oddly sedate, bordering on placid, in his role – yes, the central character is possibly the flattest element of the film, while seasoned actors, Tom Sizemore and Thomas Jane, are given little to chew on in their respective roles.
While starting exactly as one would expect a war film to, the wreckage part of the film turns into cheap disaster movie, before turning into a courtroom drama in the final act. It’s a muddle of a film that fails to really drum to the beat of McVay’s potentially brilliant arc as a firm commander that eventually buckles under the unjust pressure he receives back at home.
Bad CGI, a mammoth two hour-plus running time and Nic Cage can be forgiven, but what’s at the heart of this film’s mess is the script. Jumping from event to event, plotline to plotline, at a whim, with Cage’s soft murmured speech used to pave over the transitions, USS Indianapolis’s pacing is that of a film hurrying to stuff as many ideas and threads as possible – expect that’s not the case. Van Peebles tries so hard to build the layers of an epic, when, actually, all he needed to do was tell this simple but stirring story as it is.
Don’t be fooled by Shut In’s relatively intense and spooky trailer; the final product is unfortunately, everything that its trailer is not. Directed by Farren Blackburn – see Hammer of Gods - this haunted house thriller of the wearisome is-she-crazy-or-is-she-not variety finds itself completely devoid of any suspense or story, resulting in one of the most painful and unexciting movie going experiences of the year thus far.
The story is set in rural Maine and revolves around child psychologist, Mary Portman (Watts wondering how the heck she managed to get roped into this mess), who is struggling to get over the loss of her husband who was killed in a horrific car accident some time ago. Left alone to take care of their teenage son, Stephen (Charlie Heaton from Stranger Things ), who was also in the accident and was left paralyzed from the neck down and unable to talk, Mary tries to do the best she can and to go about her duties as compliantly and passively as possible.
However, the pressure of taking care of him alone is slowly getting to Mary who tries to find some sort of comfort and solace from her regular Skype sessions with fellow shrink, Wilson (Platt). Her life is soon turned upside down when one of her troubled patients, a young deaf foster kid named Tom (Room’s Jacob Tremblay), shows up at her doorstep late one night before quickly disappearing into the cold without a trace. Wrecked with guilt, Mary soon begins to see evidence of Tom in the house; unable to differentiate between reality and her nightmares, her mind soon begins to play dangerous tricks on her, forcing Mary to believe that there is something else entirely at play here.
Told with an unintentional sense of preposterousness and accompanied by an obscenely sluggish tempo, instead of concentrating on building its own story and generating genuine tension, wastes time borrowing ideas from other, better-executed films. Attempting to ignite chills and creeps through a series of predictable and terribly clichéd jump scares, the story fails to excite, offering very little suspense, energy or reason for the viewer to get invested in its characters. Even the talented Naomi Watts can’t make up for its laundry-list of problems, while Room sensation Jacob Tremblay is disappointingly wasted in his role of Tom.
While the idea may have read well on paper, Shut In’s execution is dreadfully ineffective; uneventful, boring and a total of waste of both time and talent, watching Shut In is just as exciting as watching paint dry. No fun at all.