The Innkeepers:
What's it about?
Ti West's follow-up to the chilling, yet restrained, 1980s-set horror
The House of the Devil, about a couple of Generation Y slacker-cum-ghost-hunters (
Claire and Luke) who are working during the closing weekend of The Yankee Pedlar Inn, a New England hotel with a dark history.
Who would I recognise in it?
Sara Paxton, Kelly McGillis
Great/Good/Alright/Shite?
Up front, if you didn't dig the gradual pace and slow-build tension of
The House of the Devil, then you'll no doubt find no entertainment here. However, if - like me - you lapped up that flick, then you'll be in familiar and unsettling territory here. West has a real talent for subtle pacing and characterisation - you genuinely like Claire and Luke, who exist in a lazier hotelier's version of
Clerks when they're not busy trying to find evidence of supernatural goings on. However, with the arrival of McGillis' actress-turned-healer, and a distanced widower, things begin to take a chilling turn. Each corridor, each picture frame reflection, each silent pause, holds an increasing sense of menace - you don't know whether to trust West or not after a knowing scare at the top of the flick - and this is the charm of the film. It's a classic ghost story that trades on familiar elements to inspire a sense of deja vu in the viewer. Sly hints crop up to continue the subtle guess-work - musical allusions to
Ghostbusters, visual winks to
The Shining - precisely where we'll end up is deftly hidden, and being that West has a fondness for horror from the genre's heyday, counting on a cosy wrap-up is sorely misguided. Cast with subtle shades and a glacial sense of propulsion,
Saw franchise fanboys need not apply, but those keen on tense chills will be well served.
Great.
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