The House of the Devil -- Film Review

Benjamin Walker
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NEW YORK - OCTOBER 13:  Actor Benjamin Walker attends the "Bloody Bloody Jackson" opening night after party at Brasserie 8 1/2 on October 13, 2010 in New York City.

It would be an interesting experiment: Remove the horror from most horror flicks and what would you get? No doubt, humdrum scenes featuring bad acting, dull dialogue, static situations and characters whose only interest lies in the fact they will be stalked, terrorized, slashed, murdered or raised from the dead any moment. Or, better yet, rather than go to all that trouble of re-editing films, why not just watch "The House of the Devil?"

This is the perfect illustration of the banality of most scare movies as it's a horror movie without any horror until the last reel when fake blood gets painted on actors. With mind-numbing repetitiveness, the film observes its young female protagonist-cum-victim spend an evening in the titular house, turning the TV on and off, listening to music, wandering through its rooms, going upstairs and going downstairs, ordering pizza, throwing the pizza away and going upstairs and going downstairs again. Oh, she does knock over a vase. If there is a devil here, it's the one that's in the details.

Perhaps realizing there is little theatrical audience for a horror film without any spook to it, Magnet has had the film out on VOD since October 1. Wise decision. That title really is its only come-on.

The story takes place in the late 1980s for no apparent reason other than writer-director-editor Ti West doesn't want mobile phones to gum up his feeble plot. Pretty newcomer Jocelin Donahue plays a small-town university student, who is so desperate for money she takes a baby-sitting job even though there is no baby.

For $400, she is asked to stay in an old house in the middle of nowhere on the night of a full lunar eclipse to mind an old woman she never sees. Okay, so this is no worse than horror films that begin with a car stalling in the middle of nowhere or other unimaginative set-ups. But West seems resolved to go against the convention of escalating tension and fear.

Other than a brief, shocking murder that happens away from the site, the first hint of horror comes after an hour and 15 minutes. Until then a viewer must accept the occasional sounds of an old house and a low-key music score rumbling ominously beneath the surface tedium as "escalating tension."

The pay-off is as bad as the set-up and, worse, it borrows literally from a well-know horror film made by a guy presently in a Swiss jail.

At least it's nice to see Mary Woronov, the cult actress who starred in so many low-budget exploitation films back in the days of Canon Releasing and AIP, is still up to no good. She plays opposite veteran writer-actor Tom Noonan as the owners of this devilish house. Pity they have so little to do.

Emulating the horror films of the '80s, "The House of the Devil" has a grainy, washed-out look.

Opens: October 30 (Magnet Releasing)
Production companies: An MPI Media Group presentation in association with Constructovision, Ring the Jing Entertainment, Glass Eye Pix and Magnet Releasing
Cast: Jocelin Donahue, Greta Gerwig, Mary Woronov, Tom Noonan, AJ Bowen, Danielle Noe, Dee Wallace, Heather Robb
Director/screenwriter/editor: Ti West
Producers: Josh Braun, Roger Kass, Larry Fessenden, Peter Phok
Executive producers: Malik B. Ali, Greg Newman
Director of photography: Elliot Rockett
Production designer: Jade Healy
Music: Jeff Grace
Costume designer: Robin Fitzgerald
Rated R, 95 minutes