Plus, I don’t see scary movies close to bedtime. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. (Remind me to tell you about my Blair Witch Project fiasco sometime.)
The Woman in Black is my favorite kind of horror film. The ghosts are scary, but they pretty much stay in one place — in this instance, an old haunted house in Yorkshire at the turn of the century. There’s also no gore.
I hate gore.
Daniel Radcliffe, who has joked about being cast as Harry Potter because of his ‘orphan eyes,’ uses them to full effect here as a still grieving widowed lawyer sent to the haunted manse on business for the former owner.
Once there, he sees the legendary Woman in Black and soon children in the village begin to die in horrific ways.
I love the look of the film — so gray and cold. I kept burrowing under my coat to get warm in the theatre. Radcliffe disappears into the role as well; you won’t confuse him with Harry here. The film is well paced, building slowly and eerily towards it climax.
Or what you think is the climax.
Bwha ha ha.