
Silent House
So… We went to see Silent House on Saturday… Which turned out to be a genuinely unpleasant experience.
I’ve seen a lot of bad movies. Dull movies. Poorly-made movies. Excessively gory movies. Lots of movies that I didn’t enjoy much, and kind of wish I hadn’t seen. Lots of movies where I wanted my money back, or those two hours of my life back. But there have been very few movies that I would actually call unpleasant. And this was one of them.
The trailers were vague enough that Terri and I both had our own, incorrect ideas of what the movie was about. Terri thought it was some kind of supernatural/paranormal/haunted house/ghost movie. I thought it was some kind of axe-murderer/slasher movie. Regardless – we both thought it was going to be a fairly standard horror movie.
But that isn’t what we got.
To start with, the big gimmick with this movie is that it was filmed in one, long, continuous shot. No cuts from one scene to the next, no fades, no transitions, nothing like that. The camera was literally following somebody for the entire hour and a half length of the movie.
This means, first of all, that there’s no re-taking a single scene until it looks right; because that single scene can’t be spliced in to the rest of the movie. So the acting really wasn’t the greatest. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t terribly impressive either. And I’m blaming it on the gimmick largely to be nice – I’m going to assume that, given the opportunity, they could have all done a better job of acting. But, as it is, the acting was pretty mediocre.
This also means that there’s a limit to how much you can employ special effects – because if they get too crazy, you lose the impact of that continuous shot. So most of the special effects were simply noises heard off-screen, or barely-glimpsed people, or something like that. Nothing terribly impressive at all.
All of which means that the first hour or so of the movie is simply a woman being followed around with a Blair Witch-style shakycam while she jumps at every noise and cries and fumbles with doorknobs and whatever else. Very little character development. Very little audience engagement. Not a whole lot of suspense.
Very, very boring.
It just dragged on and on and on. As an audience-member, I just didn’t much care what happened to our protagonist. It seemed like she was really over-reacting to non-existent threats – jumping at shadows and things going “bump” in the dark. There was really no obvious threat to her well-being.
And as the movie drags on, the credibility of our protagonist is called into question a couple more times. Nobody else is seeing anything… And there’s that nasty mold everywhere… Maybe she’s hallucinating for some reason?
But that doesn’t serve to increase the tension. It isn’t presented as some kind of threatening disconnect with reality that might server to actually injure her. It’s presented as some kind of patronizing “ignore the crazy girl until the vapours pass” kind of thing.
As we approach the end of the movie, we find out why that is. Turns out she was sexually abused as a child, and this is all some kind of mental breakdown. She’s remembering/hallucinating what happened to her. She’s maybe got some kind of multiple personality thing going on. Or maybe she’s just remembering very vividly. But the end result is that you’ve got an hour of boredom as she stumbles through the dark; followed by 20 minutes or so of Lifetime-special domestic violence and child abuse.
Which is made even more disturbing by the way it’s slowly introduced… Hints here and there that her Father and Uncle are a little creepy… Repeated references to having “photos”… Then some disturbing visions here and there… And all of it woven through the vague sense that our protagonist is unreliable – a sense that’s largely created by what her Father and Uncle say; which serves to include the audience in the cover-up.
So that, when it’s finally clear what’s going on, I just felt sick. And it hit Terri like a ton of bricks.
The last 30 minutes of the movie were downright unpleasant. I didn’t want to see any more, didn’t want to know what happens next, didn’t want to keep watching. Just wanted to walk out. But, on some level, I had to see how it ended.
And it was, ultimately, satisfying to see her take a sledgehammer to her Father. Though I think she should have done the same to her Uncle as well.
So… An hour of boredom, followed by 30 minutes of child abuse. Certainly not the movie I thought I was going to see. Certainly not the movie that I wanted to see.
Which makes me wish that the ratings we used for movies were a little more informative. Just calling something ‘R’ because there’s nudity… or ‘PG-13′ because there’s some foul language… It really doesn’t convey the nuances of a movie.
I might be just fine watching straight-up sexual pornography, or maybe some Aliens-style violence and mayhem, or some disturbing moral ambiguity…
But maybe I don’t want to watch torture-porn. Maybe I don’t want to watch child abuse. Maybe I’d rather not see domestic violence.
There’s a reason why I watch Chiller all the time, and thoroughly enjoy Sci-Fi‘s made-for-TV creature features… While avoiding Lifetime‘s movies like the plague.
And, had there been a more-detailed description of the plot… Or of the specific elements that led to the rating… We would have known not to go see Silent House; and we could have gone to see something we would have actually enjoyed.