Reposting my thoughts on a bunch of horror movies I watched from 10/2014 - 12/2015. Please see The Amazing Denim Jacket (link in the blog entry below) for more... Good times.
January 28th, 2015 - Witchouse (1999)
For the majority of the time I've been thinking about Witchouse, I've been trying to figure out the best way to spell a noise... I think they call it a 'rasberry?' You know, when you stick out your tongue and exhale and make sort of a farting nosie? Oftentimes accompanied with a thumbs down? That should give you an idea of how compelling Witchouse is. Mmpthhthhthh. It's not very good.
Also, "Witchouse?" Why not "Witch-house?" "Witchouse" sounds like some kind of strange French method of cooking our something.
The story of Witchouse is kind of along the lines of Night of the Demons (or exactly along the lines) - a young woman is throwing a party is a spooky old house. Ostensibly to have a gay old time, but really to bring back a long dead witch from her family lineage to get revenge on the family of those who killed her 300 years ago. I would probably get a little suspicious when the hostess is all "now lets join hands around the pentagram on the floor." But maybe that's just me.
I actually kind of got a kick out of the "original story by" credit in the...umm... credits. "I've got a great idea! Get this: a group of kids are having a party in a haunted house!" It'd be a good piece of trivia to know who truly made the *first* movie to do that. Likewise, the first movie with a car breaking down. They're pretty much everyday occurrences in horror movies now.
And yeah, even with the lack of "originality" (the possessed even look the same as Night of the Demons) there isn't much here. It's like they ripped off all of the bad parts of other movies. There is nothing here that really sets it apart from, well... anything. I guess it's a bit progressive in the fact that the hero seems to be a legitimate nerd? There is very little blood/gore, some failed attempts at humor, and zero tension. The characters are played so broad that they are almost cartoonish (especially the stoner guy and the rocker girl who is always concerned with her "axe" [guitar]). The acting is really bad, which fits right in with the really bad everything else.
There's really just nothing here. It looks cheap (the afore mentioned pentagram is clearly electrical tape) and it is never fun. I couldn't figure out what the layout of the house was - somehow the entrance is on the second floor? I'm trying to think of anything good to say... it's really short, I guess? Also, there are two other Witchouse films, which I will not watch.
The most affecting part of the movie is the very end, where we find that the film is dedicated to one of the actors (Dave Oren Ward, who plays the stoner guy) who was killed shortly after filming was completed. It turns out he was stabbed after a traffic altercation in L.A., and died shortly thereafter. That sucks.
But I don't know that Witchouse is the kind of movie you would want dedicated to someone's memory. Unless you hated the guy.
I would strongly advise avoiding this film.
Labels:
1990s,
Amazon Prime,
Haunting,
Witch
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