Once the film starts rolling on and the viewers are delved into a Spanish fairy tale that lingers upon the cliched’once upon a time.’
An ambiance of mystique and misfortune grips the watchers through sheer pain of loss. At least that’s what it felt like, when tuned in for the latest installment of’icy chills up the spine’.
The curse of’la Llorona’ in the local tongue is nothing but another rustic rambling counting on the stopper by’s to stand for a few seconds and hear the tale; perhaps found unamusing; and yet thrown a tinker down the mug just for the interest of it all.
Nah! That wouldn’t do justice to the director Michael Chaves’s effort, who excels a bit more than previous ones including David Sandberg.
Bit by bit plot points peak a person’s interest, only to drop it down a 48 storey building and not even taking the’ghostly form’ it was meant to.
This flick suffers and bleeds on the narrative, but makes it up somewhat -courtesy some whitening scares that you could’t have expected coming.
A weeping woman with her tears and dark appearances doesn’t make it feel dramatic, only a whole lot more lame. However, with the story having the required potential as expected when it was announced a year ago. Somehow doesn’t allow you to leave until the end credits hits the screen.
Actors remain mannequin towards the blend of artistic cinematography and cross-culture cult. Except the shining Raymond Cruz(Rafael Olvera) who does wonders in his strange but deranged role, shuffling between black humor and simply sympathetic to a family’s plight.
Even the background score by Joseph Bishara doesn’t interest you anymore than the ones before.
If you wanna ask me, "Can I spend the sum to see it?"
I will simply say, "Offcourse! But don’t expect something extravagant or throwing out of your seat kind of a thing."
Horror aficionados will rejoice when they find an unexpected connection with the Conjuring universe.
Maybe the lady in the dirty grey veil will return, if not the tuners don’t have to be disappointed.