Sinister is yet again another almost ran in the horror stakes. I wonder if directors are so encased in the genre that they spend their time delivering the expected well used endings rather than providing an interesting take on the old man vs supernatural theme.
This story had an amazing start–Ethan Hawke a true crime writer moves with his wife Juliet Rylance and their family into a house where a crime was committed. Then he discovered something so horrible he became mesmerised by the evil.
What had me interested was the truly horrifying nature of his discovery and had the evil remained within the realms of the natural world it would have been scarier than any imagined presence. The horror aspect could have been addressed by the balance of sanity of the author. Is what he viewing real? Is it an illusion? Is he being targeted or is he the killer reviewing old murders? So many possibilities but instead, we are relegated to the usual bogeyman style ending. Truth is not only stranger but far scarier than fiction–shame these horror makers never seem to realise this.
7/10 It could have been but wasn’t