Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark *** ½ /
*****
Directed by: André
Øvredal.
Written by: Dan Hageman
& Kevin Hageman and Guillermo del Toro and Marcus Dunstan and Patrick
Melton based on the novel by Alvin Schwartz.
Starring: Zoe Margaret Colletti (Stella
Nicholls), Michael Garza (Ramón Morales), Gabriel Rush (Auggie Hilderbrandt), Dean
Norris (Roy Nicholls), Gil Bellows (Chief Turner), Lorraine Toussaint (Lou Lou),
Austin Zajur (Chuck Steinberg), Natalie Ganzhorn (Ruth), Austin Abrams (Tommy),
Kathleen Pollard (Sarah Bellows).
Scary
Stories to Tell in the Dark gets the spirit and tone of its horror just right.
This really isn’t a horror movie for hardcore horror fans – for fans who want
to be truly terrified, or watch something with wall-to-wall gore. This is a
horror movie really aimed at the younger set – something that would be perfect
for sleepovers full of 10-year-olds, who can laugh and be scared all at the
same time by this effective collective of horror movie clichés, done very well
by director André Øvredal. I do find it a little odd that the film decided that
1968 was the right setting for this movie aimed at younger viewers in 2019, and
also that they’ve made a movie that is probably too scary for younger kids, and
not scary enough for older ones. Its kind in no man’s land demographically when
you try to figure out who they made this for. Then again, it worked very
effectively on me, so maybe it doesn’t matter.
Anyway,
it’s Halloween in small town America in 1968. A trio of teenage nerds – Stella
(Zoe Margaret Colletti), Chuck (Austin Zajur) and Auggie (Gabriel Rush) are
determined to get back at their high school bully Tommy (Austin Abrams) – in a
prank that involves feces. This leads to a chase that brings them all to the
local drive-in where Ramon (Michael Garza), a Mexican American teenager just
passing through, saves the trio of nerds (he takes a liking to Stella) – and
later leads them all to the towns haunted house (every small town American town
has one). Stella, not realizing she is a horror movie, takes the book that
belonged to Sarah Bellows – who loves to tell stories to children before those
children disappeared forever or so the legend goes. And then that book starts
writing new stories – each featuring one of the teenagers who were in that
house that night.
The film
is based on the series of books by Alvin Schwartz, published between 1981 and
1991, which were just a collection of short stories, meant to scare children
(they succeeded). The movie, therefore, is also a series of stories meant to
scare children – and it will probably succeed as well. All the stuff about the
teenagers and the haunted house, etc. is a framing device to get to those short
stories. It’s in those short stories that Øvredal really shines as a director –
building the tension in each one before it becomes overwhelming. All of the
short stories work – none better than The Dream, which features Chuck and the
long hallways of a hospital bathed in red light – and an unstoppable woman
moving slowly towards him from all sides. It’s a masterful little piece of
horror filmmaking (as it The Red Spot, featuring Chuck’s sister).
The
framing device is a necessary evil in many ways – and while Øvredal clearly
doesn’t quite relish it as much as those small stories, he still does it well.
Part of this is owed to Colletti, an appealing lead, who does more than she
really should be able to under all the clichés she has to play. Some of it is
because of the period detail – which doesn’t overload on the period detail, but
does get it right. Some of it is that the screenplay tries to deal with the
politics and racism of the time – and even if it doesn’t quite work, the effort
is genuine.
The film
is well-made by Øvredal – whose previous films (Trollhunter, The Autopsy of Jane
Doe) I somehow missed, but I am interested in seeing. It’s clear that part of
the vision of the film is from its producer – Guillermo Del Toro. This is the
type of film Del Toro would have directed before he won a pair of Oscars for
The Shape of Waters – now he produces them for others.
I’m not
sure if Scary Stories To Tell in the Dark is the type of film that will find
its audience in theaters – its ideal audience is probably a little younger than
the American PG-13 rating suggests. But they’ll find it – they watch it on
Netflix when their parents aren’t looking. They’ll watch it at sleepovers, when
their parents pretend not to know what they’re watching. For some of them, the
images will haunt them like images from Child’s Play haunt my horror movie hating
wife, who saw that film at a sleepover as a kid, and refuses to watch horror
movies to this day. But for some of them, this is the ideal way to introduce
horror movies to them.
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