The first two minutes (very similar to the original short and featuring the same actress as the short) quickly plays out the film’s main hand in demonstrating forced perspective and usage of light to demonstrate the presence of this creature.
#Lights out monster movie#
The movie takes advantage of all these ideas, but my main criticism is that it’s a limited pool of ideas. Plus, a flashlight can only give you a limited source of light allowing the monster to come at you from a different perspective. You might think to keep the lights on, but if your home suffers a power outage, you could be in deep trouble. It can only harm you when it’s in darkness, but it’s invisible in light. Now the cool part is, that’s a fucking scary ghost. The monster in this movie lurks around in darkness, similar to the short film it’s based off of. Other side effects include scribbling your name on other people’s shit Together, they uncover the strange case of their mother’s friend, Diana, who suffers from creepy Japanese school-girl syndrome: fucking with people’s heads, hideous as all hell, and uncanny ability to not fucking die. Teresa Palmer’s character, Rebecca, is concerned by this news because its the same reason she left in the first place. She’s got a younger half-brother she’s close enough with in Gabriel Bateman as Martin who hasn’t been sleeping due to their mother talking to an imaginary friend…an imaginary friend that Martin can see in darkness. Such is the case with Lights Out.Īnyways, we got Teresa Palmer (who I swear looks like a Kristen Stewart clone…that can consistently act well) who’s been living alone away from her mother who suffered from depression and possible hallucinations after her father left them. So it’s not really a scary horror movie, it just startles you.
But sometimes they reside in the eternally damned spot, competently well made but doesn’t do much for me because it uses nothing but jump scares. Horror movies can go one of two ways for me: being generic bullshit that I’ll forget about within a month or become a permanent fixture of creepiness in my mind.
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