The Witch (2015)

The Witch (2015) was a film that I had on my to watch list for a very long time. It fits within a series of horror films that were considered “elevated horror” that focused more on the psychological and supernatural horror, and had strong folklore elements woven into them. Other examples of these would be Hereditary (2018) and Midsommar (2019). The latter example also falls squarely into a genre which was dubbed “folk horror”, and I would say that The Witch falls into that category as well.

The film stars a young Anya Taylor-Joy, as well as the woefully underappreciated Kate Dickie and Ralph Ineson. They portray an English family who have moved to New England to start a new, pious life. They lead a secluded life far away from the less puritanical other settlers. The family consists of the father and mother, Thomasin (Taylor-Joy), her younger brother Caleb, her younger twin brother and sister, and her youngest baby brother Samuel. The family starts to experience a bout of bad luck after Samuel disappears while in the care of Thomasin; a bad harvest, empty traps set out to catch game, the family dog gets mutilated and dies, and several other things. This causes a tremendous amount of grief and discord. When Caleb ends up disappearing for a few days and is found naked and delirious, he seems to be under a supernatural spell. During all this trouble a lot of pressure is put on Thomasin to support her parents, take care of the children, and do her chores around the farm, and is constantly annoyed by the twins.

The slowly building horror in this film is incredibly well executed, and it continuously keeps you guessing about the possible supernatural nature of the family’s bad luck. I really enjoyed a rather refreshing take on a tired trope, while simultaneously feeling like this could well be historically accurate reflection of what might have preceeded the witch trials at Salem. Well worth the watch.

Epidemic Films

In the past I’ve really enjoyed films like Black Death (1992), Outbreak (1995) and Contagion (2011). I still kind of do, but I have to admit that after the last two years, I haven’t seen a film in that category, and I wonder whether or not I’ll still enjoy them the same way I did before.

The Equalizer 2 (2018)

Last night I was convinced to go and see a film the whole concept of which I wasn’t feeling from the start. Denzel Washington, who can do very little wrong in my book, reprises role as Robert McCall from The Equalizer (2014), a film that kind of came out of nowhere at the time and I thoroughly enjoyed. The acting by Washington and Pedro Pascal was fine, the direction from Antoine Fuqua, who is very hit or miss, was not amazing, but I think what stood out the most was the bad writing.

The twist was a very chewed-up cliché which I saw coming from a mile away, but I could have overlooked that if the main character had been in some danger at any point. The only thing I liked was his relationship to a young neighbour with a creative talent who was threatening to go down the dark path of gangs and violence. When watching Denzel Washington act, or during interviews, he radiates a natural sense of calm and confidence that makes him the right template for the “second father” archetype.

Anyway, the first thing I said when the credits rolled was “Oh wow, I didn’t know Denzel Washington starred in bad films.”

Ocean’s Eight

Yesterday evening I watched Ocean’s Eight and I thought it was great (within the context of fun heist-comedy films.) It is without a shadow of a doubt better than Ocean’s Twelve and Ocean’s Thirteen, but not quite as polished as Ocean’s Eleven.

Sandra Bullock carried the film well. Blanchett as a tough, punk-rock chick; yes, please. Sarah Paulson was a delight. Rihanna had everything she needed to be the cool hacker. Awkwafina was perfectly quirky and I totally fell in love with her. Helena Bonham Carter as a troubled fashion designer was a great fit. And Anne Hathaway stole the show as the smart-than-she-looks socialite and film star who just wants to have friends.

The plot was perfectly ridiculous but immensely entertaining, and if I really haven’t find something to complain about, it’s that the magnet-lock subplot could have been a interesting narrative element, if it hadn’t be resolved twenty seconds later by asking someone’s little sister for a solution. Perhaps it was simply done to send the message that young, smart girls can be STEM-geniuses, but then still I would have loved to see that exposed more. (And I’m just going to ignore the giant “oh, the necklace must have fallen off my neck while I was running for the bathroom” plot-hole. Wasn’t it supposed to have a magnetic lock!?)

The recent trend of redoing a bro-film format (Ghostbusters, The Hangover, e.g.) with an all-female cast film (Ghostbusters, Rough Night, e.g.) hasn’t been faring very well. The all-female Ghostbusters was so awful even the amazing Kate McKinnon couldn’t save it. But this film made it work very well and in a way that felt like it wasn’t just a derivation of an already done format.