The most disappointing thing about Case 39 (2009, directed by Christian Alvart) isn't that it's ridiculous. That's a given in any movie about evil children and if you're in for horror movies about evil children, you had better be willing to ride that roller coaster off the rails. No, that's not it. The most disappointing thing about it is how unimaginative its monster turns out to be. I don't mean in the literal sense of its conception, though that's kind of disappointing, too. I mean in terms of its visual design. This is kind of a crisis in horror movies right now, because too many effects houses are concepting the same damned monsters. I'm giving away the plot, but screw it: there's a demon in Case 39, and it's a demon that looks EXACTLY like the creepy old woman that goes berserk at the beginning of Legion and the vampires in I Am Legend and any number of other human-ish monsters of recent vintage. From my perspective, horror filmmakers tasked with creating monsters have the best fucking job in the world and it's unconscionable to me that most of them don't give it their all and rely, instead, on boring designs already out in the world. It's lazy. Say what you like about Guillermo Del Toro or Peter Jackson, they at least take the job of creating monsters seriously.
Anyway, as I say, Case 39 is ridiculous. It gives us Lilith Sullivan, an evil child who insinuates herself into the life of one Emily Jenkins, the social worker who "saves" her from being burned alive in an oven by her parents, then takes her into her own home as a foster parent. It turns out, the girl's parents had just cause for their actions, and pretty soon, our social worker heroine learns all too well what those causes are, but not before a sizable number of her friends are dead through ghastly and mysterious circumstances. When she eventually questions the girl's parents about her nature, she is told that Lilith is a demon, and that she's only vulnerable when she sleeps. Emily then contrives to burn her own house down with Lilith inside, and when that doesn't work, she resorts to even more desperate measures.
Okay, I need to pause here after synopsizing the film to note that I hate, hate, hate it when horror movies ignore their own rules. The movie goes to great lengths to convince the audience that Lilith is only vulnerable when she's sleeping. Her parents tell Emily that they waited for weeks before they had their opportunity. And then, in the end, it doesn't friggin matter. Lilith is fully conscious for the final confrontation at the end of the film and the whole sleep business is completely forgotten. I'm also surprised that the authorities let Emily walk away from the scene of her housefire, but she's going to be answering some questions about arson shortly afterwards, methinks. The movie doesn't care about any of these small niggling details. The word I would use for the plotting on display in this film's screenplay is "feckless," which would be charming if the film had any sense of its own absurdity (see, for instance, Orphan). Unfortunately, it takes it all too soberly.
This is a glum, movie, too, with its wintery exterior shots and its flourescent-lit interiors. Even spaces that should be warm have a coldness to them. The movie is literal minded to a fault about staging its set pieces, and when the scene arrives when Lilith's mother suddenly finds herself in an oven rather than her cell at the asylum, the movie has parted all company with any kind of insinuation or creeping menace. This, after we already had a particularly ghastly scene of Bradley Cooper's character being assailed by hornets, though I admit to enjoying these scenes because I like watching Bradley Cooper suffer on screen. He has that kind of face. Renee Zellweger is a surprisingly big name star for the lead in this film and she's okay in the role. I don't think the actress had much invested in the part because she plays it at two levels: exhausted and desperate, two emotions she can conjure in her sleep. Ian McShane really oughta be playing a bad guy rather than mentor, but that's just me.
Jodelle Ferland, for her part, has creepy kid down pat, but I wonder if her performance isn't down to how she's filmed rather than any innate quality of performance. The way creepy kids are filmed in most films reminds me of Kathleen Byron's assertion that half of her performance in The Archers' Black Narcissus was in the lighting and make-up. The trouble with Jodelle Ferland is that there's a smugness even in her "sweet" phase, and the movie always, always contrives to make her appear sinister. There's no ambiguity involved, and some ambiguity would go a long way toward making this film more interesting than it is. As it is, the fact that the audience knows how bad the kid is almost from the get-go makes the second half of the movie into an exercise in make-work.
In any event, Case 39 was one of those orphan productions that sits on the shelf for a while after going into the can. It was completed two years before it made it to theaters. This isn't always a barometer of how good or bad a movie is, but it's usually an ominous indication.
Current tally: 6 films
First time viewings: 6
Around the web:
Friend of the blog J. Luis Rivera runs down another 15 Overlooked Horror Movies over on his W-Cinema blog. Some real obscurities on this one, so don't miss it.
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Mr. Gable continues to endure his own private hell with Fraternity Massacre at Hell Island.
The Vicar of VHS moves on to Tales that Witness Madness over at Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Movies.
Bryce over at Things That Don't Suck has moved on to Lars Von Trier's Melancholia, which your humble bloginatrix will be giving a pass. But check out the review in any case.
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