It seems that these days there are a number of young
directors and writers who were raised on the gore fest of the 80s and 90s that
have found the need to try and legitimize the genre by taking similar types of
stories and repainting them in artistic pieces instead. I’m not sure if it’s a
fear of being associated with the genre for future projects or trying to lead
it into a direction where it can be taken seriously. What they’re missing is
the fact that those movies were made not to be hailed as artistic highlights
but pure escapism, a way to dodge the art house films and have a full on blast
at the movies.
Case in point THE BLACKCOAT’S DAUGHTER.
The movie opens with freshman Kat (Kiernan Shipka), a
strange young girl at a boarding school, who seems to have an infatuation with
the priest who is also the headmaster. He’s going away for the holidays which
disappoints her since she’s performing for the class and he will miss it.
Instead she’ll wait patiently for her parents to arrive late as well who will
then take her home for the holiday.
Concurrent with this story is that of Rose (Lucy Boynton), a
senior at the same school who is also waiting for the late arrival of her
parents as well and placed in charge of looking after Kat. The difference
between the two is that Rose is actually staying behind to meet with her
boyfriend to discuss the fact that she may be pregnant so she put off her
parents coming.
Sneaking out and leaving Kat behind Rose returns to find her
missing. Searching the building, listening to noises emanating from the heating
system, Rose tracks Kat down to the basement of the building, bowing up and
down in front of the furnace as if in worship. She takes her back to her room
and tries to calm her down but Kat is now odder than before.
As this story unfolds we are introduced to another
character, Joan (Emma Roberts), a young girl who exits a bus with no apparent
means to support herself or the trip she is on. We get glimpses of her in a
hospital for what appears to be the insane and see her tear off a hospital
wrist band in the bathroom of the bus station. Joan receives and offer for a
ride from Bill (James Remar) and his wife Linda (Lauren Holly) who take
sympathy on her.
As the few days the story takes place move forward, Kat
begins to act more strange than when she was first introduced, something Rose
notes but make no mention of but the two older women left in charge of the
school notice right away. A combination of foul language and improper behavior
while saying grace concerns them all.
Back to Bill, Linda and Joan. We’re not quite sure what is
up with Bill. Has he truly taken a sympathetic interest in Joan or is there
something more deviant going on here? When he tells her the story of his
daughter who died years earlier and says she looks just like her, is it wishful
thinking on her part or is this a sinister secret he’s sharing with her,
something that happened better left unsaid.
This might sound like an interesting movie with some scares
that are indeed genuine but unfortunately my description is better than the
movie itself. It turns out the story is unfolding in non-linear movie time.
This means that the story is being told in bits and pieces not in the order
things happen but back and forth in time to suit the needs of the director and
author who use it to both confuse and to attempt to create a more artistic
vision for the viewer. Instead it leaves you confused and wondering just what
is really going on until perhaps the last 30 minutes of the film.
From a technical aspect the movie is well made with some
great cinematography on display. The performances are well done with Shipka
providing a truly creepy character while at the same time offering little
emotion in her performance. But none of that can save this movie.
The worst two items to be seen are the way the story is told
to begin with and the music. This non-linear form doesn’t help the story but
just makes it confusing. If that was the intent then the film makers here
succeeded. If they were trying to make an interesting story they failed. The
music is so overused here as to interfere with the story rather than assist it.
Every time something unusual happens the music gets more mysterious than what
we’re looking and swells to a volume as to force you to pay attention to it
rather than the story.
I had hopes for this movie having read the description of
what it was about. Instead I got a movie that made me realize far too many new
horror films are filled with this dependence on music, slow story telling that
doesn’t unravel a mystery so much as drag it along and the end results of these
films as being less horrifying and more torture to sit through. My suggestion
is wait to watch this until it shows up on Netflix or the Chiller Channel and
only then if you must.
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