Why I volunteered to see this movie is beyond me. I blame J-Dub for piquing my interest in horror films. Or, at the very least, bringing them more toward the forefront of genres I would actually watch. In any case, since my friend Erika wouldn't see the movie with her husband Parviz, we decided we'd go see it without her. Take that! (Or, whatever...) And tonight was a good night because she'll actually be onstage herself in a performance of "Grey Gardens" (which I saw last weekend and talked about in an earlier post. At least, I remember doing so...).
I also decided to use this night that had been sans plans to make it a doubleheader, so I'll be following up this post with another one tomorrow.
My biggest complaint about Insidious is that it had the gall to cast Patrick Wilson and not have even one shirtless scene. What the hell? He was in his boxers for about two minutes, though, so I guess that's something. Also, I wanted more of Rose Byrne singing.
I did find that the movie did a nice job of keeping the suspense up without resorting to cheap horror movie "things jumping out of the shadows" all the time as its only method of scaring the moviegoers. A movie is much more effective (and so sayeth Hitchcock) when it allows the audience to know things that the onscreen character doesn't, or lets them see things the characters don't. In this way, the audience awaits with bated breath the inevitability of the scene. There was some good use of that in Insidious, and thus it was a better movie than it might otherwise have been.
Score: 7.5/10
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