Went to see a late show of Oculus tonight, with my friend Randy…the only person I can get to go see horror movies with me. There’s been a string of them lately that, while not perfect, have been at least entertaining–Mama, Insidious, The Conjuring.
Don’t add Oculus to this list. It was fitfully creepy, yes, but the entire movie jumped back and forth through time, flashback to present to flashback, that it was often hard to keep track of what was going on. This was probably true for the writer, as well, because the plot didn’ t make a lick of sense.
What I really had difficulty with, and it’s a thing that perhaps only other writers would even notice is how one of the main characters is treated. The boy who watches this all happen and then spends a decade in a mental institution is shat on by the author of this. I mean, I agree with the assessment that authors should build characters that readers/viewers can relate to, can grow to like or even love, then knock the shit out of them.
Here’s the thing, though. There’s got to be some kind of redemption for the character, something to bring the reader or viewer out. At least that’s my take. Putting a character through hell, then shitting on him at the end..what’s the point of that? In my opinion, there is none. It’s just shitty writing.
And don’t tell me that the character’s redemption will happen in the next film, because that’s shitty writing, too. And I could care less, because I won’t be seeing Oculus 2: Electric Boogaloo.