Insidious, written by Leigh Whannell, directed by James Wan, starring Patrick Wilson (Josh Lambert), Rose Byrne (Renai Lambert), Ty Simpkins (Dalton Lambert), Barbara Hershey (Lorraine Lambert), Lin Shaye (Elise Rainier), Leigh Whannell (Specs) and Angus Sampson (Tucker) (2011): Surprisingly ‘old-school’ ghost story given that the writer and director are best known for their work on the hardcore Saw films. If it weren’t for the last twenty minutes and the subsequent, exhausted ‘twist’ ending, this would be a really solid film.
Young Dalton Lambert goes into a medically inexplicable coma. His family searches for answers. Weird things happen. A psychic is consulted. More weird things happen. That’s the movie with the major twists and revelations unrevealed.
Wan and Whannel get a lot of productive mileage out of showing little and suggesting a lot, of quick scares and odd things lurking in the outskirts of the frame. The cosmology introduced by the psychic to explain what’s going on makes a certain amount of sense, though it’s not developed enough to be all that convincing for long. A visual homage to Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series is a bit jarring; that one supernatural entity looks an awful lot like Darth Maul undercuts a certain amount of tension.
Rose Byrne is a stand-out as the worried mother. Byrne’s face in repose tends to look sad anyway — I think it’s her eyebrows — and the look suits the material. Patrick Wilson is fine as the father, who has supernatural secrets of his own, though he appears to lose about 50 IQ points in the last twenty minutes. When the psychic tells you not to draw attention to yourself, don’t run around yelling at every supernatural entity you encounter, that’s all I’ve got to say.
The movie also joins the horror sub-sub-sub-genre of ‘Monsters who love novelty songs,’ as one entity really likes Tiny Tim’s “Tiptoe Through the Tulips,” which was already terrifying enough on its own. Hell’s playlist must be really awful. Recommended.