Directed by Luis de la Madrid. Written by Manu Diez and Jaume Balaguero. Starring Anita Briem, Belen Blanco, Manu Fullola, Alistair Freeland, and Natalia Dicenta.
Plot: after her mother dies, Eve meets her mother’s old friends and discovers that the ghostly nun she thought she saw is real and is coming after all of them for revenge.
Not to be confused with The Nun of 2018, this movie sucks even more than that one did. Like, a lot more. We barely gave it points at all.
The plot is quite confusing and some elements are thrown in just to be thrown in honestly. It’s like there’s no point for any of them at all. Let me try to break it down one event at a time. First, this crazy nun finds out this young girl at her school is pregnant and instead of investigating anything, she goes after the girl trying to force an abortion on her. Well, the girl’s friend end up drowning the nun and saving their friend from such a fate. Years later though, the spot they drowned the nun is emptied of the water and her spirit is freed. So, being the crazy bitch she was, she starts going after the people that killed her. Starting with Mary, the pregnant girl.
Now, Mary has a daughter, Eve (cute name, huh?), who swears she saw a nun ghost killing her mother, so she goes to the school and thus starts the real “fear”. She meets her mother’s old friends and also a young priest-in-training who she gets close to really fast. I can see why from her side. He’s cute. He’s stable. But he is a priest-in-training, so, don’t really know where that relationship is going.
You probably know what the twist is already without me telling you, so I won’t. But just know that it doesn’t fit in anywhere. I mean, it fits, but it doesn’t because it didn’t really add anything to the story. We could’ve left that whole part out and the movie would’ve been 20 minutes shorter and none the worse for wear.
People do really stupid things in this movie over and over again. Like when Susan, who clearly doesn’t want to die, but knows there’s a ghost nun loose, locks herself in a room alone. It was unrealistic. How did she shoot herself with that arrow? It’s just bullshit after bullshit, twist after twist, followed by a really ridiculous ending. We do not recommend.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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You probably know what the twist is already without me telling you, so I won’t. But just know that it doesn’t fit in anywhere. I mean, it fits, but it doesn’t because it didn’t really add anything to the story. We could’ve left that whole part out and the movie would’ve been 20 minutes shorter and none the worse for wear.
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