So I just got back from playing hooky this afternoon in a darkened movie theater watching The Haunting in Connecticut. It should come as no surprise to any of you even remotely familiar with me that horror is a passion of mine and I have loved and devoured movies in this genre since I was a wee lad. My parents used to warn me I'd get nightmares and be scarred for life.
They were right.
But all those horror movies through all those years has made me a bit of a jaded old fart when it comes to scary movies. I am sad to report that most horror movies are really just lame; calculated gross-outs, shrieking violins, and jump-out-your-seat "boos!" have really gotten rather old hat.
That's why when you come across a real gem, a movie that has it all, you rejoice in your own little dark and depraved way.
The Haunting in Connecticut has it all. It creeped me out, gave me some genuine shivers, even made me look away from the screen in terror a couple of times. Even better, it's well-written, well-acted, and has a great storyline, with a careful build up of suspense and dread.
I don't know much about the alleged "true story" upon which the film is based, but taken on its own, this haunted house tale is remarkably gripping and yes, even scary to this jaded old fart. At the heart is the timeless theme of the dead reaching out to the living because they want something from us. But you know the dead...they can't just come out and say what they want.
Damn passive aggressive ghosts.
Anyway, just wanted to give a two snaps up in a circle to The Haunting in Connecticut. And, on a personal note, this is one of the rare films where I can actually lay claim to knowing one of the producers. Daniel Farrands is a very cool guy who optioned my novel, IM a while back. Maybe the project fizzled because he was too busy with this one. But I'm glad he at least found something worthy to occupy his time away from bringing IM to the screen. Sigh. Maybe someday...