So, anyway, I watched Oculus.
And it was disturbing...
Let's outline the plot. Kid gets released from a mental hospital into the care of his older sister who has an obsession with an antique mirror. Said mirror is said to be cursed and she's going all "Ghost Hunters" on it with timers and food and water and cameras and computers and redundant cameras and... plants... an... and... a dog... Wait, what?
|Gurl. That picture is NOT ready for its close-up.
So, in a semi-classic fashion, the story is being told via present-day activities and flashbacks to their childhood. A childhood which included a mother who was so insecure about herself that she constantly worried about a caesarian section scar ruining her marriage (for real?) and a father who was maybe, kinda, sorta having an affair IN HIS OFFICE WHILE THE KIDS WERE HOME. Who does that? An idjit who wants to get caught, that's who.
|Daddy, why are you touching that lady's no-no parts?
|Laura Ashley is not your look, Katee Sackhoff.
|This. I'd rather be doing this.
UPPITY, I tell you.
I did like how they tried to build in the "unreliable narrator" trope and make the kid that just got released into the wild the "sane" one but it felt a little tacked on. The acting itself wasn't bad, either, considering what they had to work with but the story probably looked good on paper. I should know, by now, not to trust a horror film that says "From the makers of Paranormal Activity and Insidious" on the poster but I do this for YOU.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a director I need to slap.