This 2002 flick only caught my attention because of the name attached behind it. Wes Craven is an icon in the horror world, and I completely respected his work. Until I was subjected to this 90 minute shit show. That’s when things changed.
The whole story revolves around Julia, Billy, Sam and Terry. During childhood, these kids were terrified by these entities that use to live in their closets. They were abducted at a young age, for days on end, which continued to haunt them into adulthood. 20 years later and endless amounts of therapy, Julia had repressed the entire experience. Until Billy calls her one night, asking her to meet him at a local diner. Julia is shocked at Billy’s disheveled appearance. Pale, sleep deprived and completely paranoid, Billy tells Julia that his childhood entities are back to kill him. Feeling completely hopeless, Billy pulls out a gun and shoots himself in front of Julia.
While at the funeral, Julia meets Sam and Terry, mutual friends of Billy’s. That evening, Julia thinks she sees something in her closet that chases her to the bathroom. Her boyfriend goes in the bathroom and wakes her out of her paranoid state. She chalks up her hallucinations to lack of sleep and the stress of Billy’s suicide.
Sam and Terry call Julia, asking her to come to their apartment, they have something of Billy’s she might want to see. Once there, they give her a diary, filled with random pictures and endless rants about how ‘They’ are after him. Sam and Terry tell Julia that Billy had begun reliving his childhood experiences with whatever lived in the closet, and admitted that they too have begun to be haunted by their childhood monsters. Julia tells them of her episode from the other day. The three of them suddenly realize that these demons are once again becoming real.
Increasingly terrorized by their demons, Sam, Terry and Julia feel they are all going crazy. Without giving too much away, eventually the demons catch up to each of them with horrific yet predictable results.
Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
Recommendation: This could have been a better film, but the lackluster script, predictability and bad acting killed it. And the pace of the whole thing was like nails on a chalkboard; slow and agonizing. Visually, it was dull, with not that many scary elements you would expect from a true horror film. I personally like films that mess with you psychologically as well as visually. They had neither. Wes Craven, you disappoint. Skip this one guys, unless you’re in the mood to watch a real stinkaroonie.
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