“Once you see him, nothing can save you.”
Oh Scott Derrickson and Blumhouse Productions, we meet
again. Once again, you’ve lured me into your traps and have successfully devoured
yet another slice of my horror soul, one that I will never see again.
Sinister is a film that I have put off seeing for a quite a while. I’m not a huge fan of this style, I often think that its scares are cheap and its storylines are moronic at best, but I decided to give it an unbiased shot. I hate close-minded horror viewers and I try not to be one. I always love when I can watch a horror movie by a director/production company that I have previously disliked, or avoided, and they are able to make me change my opinion. That’s a sure-fire way to make me a lifelong fan. So last night, I ponied up to a 2 hour viewing of Sinister and here I am, writing this review once again convinced that I need to trust my gut instinct.
Now, I know a lot of
people are huge fans of this film. I will say that I went into this film
excited to see it and ready to give it a genuine shot. My views may not be very
favorable in this, as a lot of it is venting and expressing personal opinion.
If you do not want to read something like that, please do not read past the
break. If you want to know my thoughts, I’d love to hear yours as well. I do my
best to foster an open minded environment on this blog, so I felt the need to
present this warning to anybody who may be a fan of this film.
