Summer of 84 ** ½ / *****
Directed by: François Simard and Anouk
Whissell and Yoann-Karl Whissell.
Written by: Matt Leslie & Stephen
J. Smith.
Starring: Graham Verchere (Davey
Armstrong), Judah Lewis (Tommy 'Eats' Eaton), Caleb Emery (Dale 'Woody'
Woodworth), Cory Gruter-Andrew (Curtis Farraday), Tiera Skovbye (Nikki Kaszuba),
Rich Sommer (Wayne Mackey), Jason Gray-Stanford (Randall Armstrong), Shauna
Johannesen (Sheila Armstrong).
For
those of you who haven’t had enough of “kids on bikes” horror in the past few
years with It and Stranger Things, now comes Summer of 84 – a film about four
young teenagers in suburbia, who believe the cop who lives next door to one of
them, is really the serial killer who is killing young boys just like them. For
about two thirds of the film, it’s really a pretty straight forward,
by-the-numbers film, which is good enough to hold your interest, but not good
enough to become really involving. The last act really is the strongest – and
becomes truly scary, and goes to darker places than you expect it to. By then
though, it’s perhaps it’s too little, too late.
The
four boys at the center of Summer of 84 are straight out central casting for
four geeky kids from the 1980s. Davey (Graham Verchere) is the leader of the
group – the one who lives next door to the hot older girl Nikki (Tiera
Skovbye), who has a soft spot for him, and across the street from the suspected
serial killer, Wayne Mackey (Rich Sommer). His best friends are the chubby
Woody (Caleb Emery), the geekiest of the bunch Curtis (Cory Gruter-Andrew) and
what qualifies as the rebel of the group, Eats (Judah Lewis). They do what kids
in the 1980s did – at least according to the movies – which is to debate pop
culture, and talk a lot about tits. One of the main problems with the early
scenes in Summer of 84 is that none of the dialogue these four have seems real
– it all plays like the screenwriters just copied the work in those other
films, without giving it any real flavor. It’s clear the screenwriters like
Stephen King – but do they like anything else? Do they have any real insight
into these kids?
For
reasons too complicated to explain, they start thinking the friendly neighbor
across the street is a serial killer – and do the kind of investigation that
kids in these types of movies do – they dig through his trash, dig up his
backyard, follow him, break into his house, etc. They find a lot of weird stuff
– but nothing outwardly damning. Of course, their investigation will eventually
be discovered, they’ll get in trouble from their parents – and then regroup for
one last kick at the can.
The
final act of the film is both the best of the film and the least believable of
the film. It is genuinely frightening, especially a lengthy sequence out in the
woods. The film goes to some genuinely dark places in that act – darker than
you would expect in a film with the first two acts we see here. The film even
has a satisfying ending – something very few films like this have (King has
always struggled with endings) – because it doesn’t wrap everything up, doesn’t
lift the darkness off of the material. In fact, if it’s possible, things are
worse at the end of the film than they are at the beginning. To get there
though, we have to get through some very questionable plot mechanics, that make
no logical sense.
What
I will say about the film, is that I admire much of the look of the film by the
trio of directors - François Simard and Anouk Whissell and Yoann-Karl Whissell.
I do think their pacing could improve – the film is too long, and lags at
times, and takes it time getting to the finale. Once there though, they do an
expert job at staging it. If the screenplay was better, I think these three
could make a genuinely scary film.
Summer
of 84 is ultimately too derivative to be that though. It’s not a bad film, and
it may well scratch that itch you have as we wait for It 2 and Stranger Things
3 – although, let’s be honest, there’s a lot of films that have tread this
ground before, and many of them are far superior to Summer of 84.
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