Apologies to Pat Benatar
Re-watched Sinister the other day with Sandy. She had never seen it and needed to watch a well made horror film.
I hadn't seen it since it was in theaters in 2012, so there were several of the "gotcha" moments I had forgotten. They got me.
Which brings me to several complaints about these fright-fests.
If you have the electricity turned on in your house (and they did), why are you investigating strange noises in the night with no light but a tiny flashlight with nearly expired batteries?
Also, why are you not checking behind that door when you enter a room?
And what about that baseball bat left over from your little league days? Even the kids in "Stranger Things" had enough sense to drive four or five nails through theirs.
I can't think of a single reason why any sane person would want to go into their basement. Ever. I mean if it's flooding, call the plumber. let HIM go down there!
I won't even mention moving your family into a house where a notorious (and unsolved) murder has taken place. Don't we need a little suspension of disbelief here?
I will say that if it has been your dream to make a movie, you don't have to go around doing all that Ed Wood stuff (Bela Lugosi is dead after all). Just mention that you're making a horror film and apparently the sky will begin to rain 100's and 1000's.
It's the only explanation I can come up with for why there are SO many utterly wretched horror movies on Netflix.
That's all I have to say about that.