Directed by James Wan. Written by Leigh Whannell. Starring Ryan Kwanten, Donnie Wahlberg, Amber Valletta, Bob Gunton, Michael Fairman, Joan Heney, Laura Regan and Judith Roberts.
Plot: a man goes to his hometown in search of answers after his wife is brutally murdered.
Let’s begin by saying that I don’t agree with the majority of critics on this one. This macabre movie is anything but boring, like some say. The expertly told story begins with Jamie Ashen (Kwanten) and his wife, Lisa (Regan), recieving a strange ventriloquist’s dummy named Billy, in the mail. With no indication of who he is from, they bring Billy inside. When Jamie leaves the apartment to pick up dinner, Lisa is murdered. When he comes home, he finds her sitting up, but deceased, jaw ripped open, tongue ripped out.
Detective Jim Lipton (Wahlberg) believes Jamie may have murdered his wife, but he has nothing to hold him on. Jamie finds a note about Mary Shaw – a dead ventriloquist from his hometown – in Billy’s box, so he goes home to find out more about her while arranging Lisa’s funeral. Jamie meets with the pleasant mortician, Henry Walker (Fairman), but when he meets his Henry’s wife, Marion (Heney), she warns him that Mary Shaw was a monster and that he needs to bury Billy to stop her.
Jamie’s father, Edward (Gunton), and his young wife, Ella (Valletta), dismiss Jamie’s questions about Mary. Jamie chalks that up to him having a strained relationship with his wheelchair-bound father and he decides to bury Billy anyway. After that, Henry informs him that Mary Shaw had killed a boy when she was alive and the town came together to lynch her as punishment. They also took her tongue out and now she haunts people, and when they scream, she takes their tongues and kills them. Very disturbing.
There’s not many negative comments I have to make about this film. My worst criticism is probably the lack of Freddy Claws. Detective Lipton follows Jamie to town, but refuses to believe anything he has to say about Mary Shaw or her dolls before it’s much too late. Also, I have to tell you that DJ does not like the ending. He was upset that it was not a happy one, but I actually enjoyed it. It was gruesome. The whole movie was gruesome really. The opening is probably one of the most nightmarish things I’ve ever seen. I love that!
This movie fills me with dread every single time I sit down to watch it. I don’t believe that if I saw Mary Shaw I could keep my scream to myself, so I would be dead and tongueless. I’ve accepted that. Although I own the movie, I will not watch it alone. I’m not crazy. Wan and Whannell know just how to effectively haunt me. Plus, there’s that little rhyme that I can’t forget:
Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children, only dolls
And if you see her, do not scream
Or she’ll rip you’re tongue out at the seam.
I don’t understand why some people don’t find this movie completely disconcerting. It’s obvious that I’m troubled by it and I totally recommend a watch. If possible, you should also take a look at the alternate ending. I think it’s even more distressing than the original one.
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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