I
think I'm about as scared of Martin Sheen as I was of this movie. It
starts like a family drama, moves into slasher thriller, then ends up
packed with nonsense voodoo.
The
transitions between these genres are nice and smooth though, lending
the film a sense of eerie instability that works in it's favour. The
mum dying right away did surprise me, and I liked the image of her
standing there in the milk with coffee machine electricity running
through her.
It
wasn't particularly gripping or anything though, feeling somewhat
bland throughout. The constant change in tone detracts from how
memorable the film is, as all the different colours make brown when
you mix them together. The
cinematography was noteworthy, and the acting was fine but nothing
special, other than Sheen and the cult leader, who was fun.
Very
of it's time, but the plot moved along and kept me entertained. The voodoo
stuff was silly and possibly mildly offensive, but I also found it
sort of funny so that's fine. The ending was also too much like 'Hot Fuzz' for me to take serously. Oh and it wasn't actually that scary - it worked better as a thriller. But yeah.
The Believers: 29.9