I make a point of knowing as little as possible about the films I see at the Sundance Film Festival (or any other film festival -- or just films in general, for that matter) before I see them because I want to see them with a blank slate.
Fresh, unique and thoroughly entertaining, the film was directed by the prolific film and TV actor, Jack Plotnick and is undoubtedly one of the most surprising and original movies in recent memory -- a dark, brooding comedy disguised as an homage to 1970s sci-fi.
Technically polished with occasional striking moments, Insidious: Chapter 2 repeats the beats with some painful expository writing and awkward retconning to explain why the story didn't just stop while it was ahead.
Being brave isn't just necessary to win the girl of your dreams, but in order to keep her. Being honest takes courage. The courage to speak your truth and risk the possibility of your partner laughing or yelling at you. Or leaving.
This weekend, you had your choice of an atmospheric, based-on-a-true-story ghost tale with The Conjuring, or ride along with Jeff Bridges and Ryan Reynolds as afterlife cops in the effect-enhanced action-fantasy-comedy R.I.P.D.
It's always a pleasant surprise to happen upon a movie that achievers the level of suspense or just plain creepiness that The Conjuring manages. It calls to mind films like The Exorcist, which understood that the less you saw, the scarier it got.