Session 9

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In a dark basement, a man in a work jacket kneels by a flashlight and peers into his cupped hands beside a hole in a crumbling brick wall.

We are just in a solid stretch of movies here. Reading through some of my past reviews, I’m realizing something about the way I view horror - I fucking hate ambiguity. Rather, I hate ambiguity used as a crutch as opposed to a lack of definition to get people to really keep thinking about the film and the what-ifs.

In an hour and a half, we have a group of hazmat removal workers that each have their own unique stories, interpersonal problems, a gorgeous setting of an abandoned mental hospital that really speaks for itself, and a subplot that intertwines with the main one, but you’re never really sure how it definitively impacts the main story.

The colors and sound design too, they all just really help to work off of this hospital which acts as a character of its own. All of this to say… it was almost another A. Almost.

David Caruso is just a shitty actor. David Caruso shows up in a film and suddenly it’s like I’m 14 watching CSI: Miami again, and holy shit that is not a compliment (also, Brass from CSI was in this? Was there some kind of favor pulled here?). He wasn’t so bad that he pulled this whole film into the gutter but this would’ve been near perfect with anyone else.

Score: B+