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March 30, 2009

The Haunting In Connecticut (2009)
Boo Who?

the haunting in connecticutSince its inception in the field of spiritualism, the concept of ectoplasm has escaped to become a staple in popular culture and fictional supernatural lore. Notable examples include Noel Coward’s 1941 play Blithe Spirit, and the 1984 film Ghostbusters, in which “ectoplasmic residue” secreted by ghosts is portrayed as viscous, cloudy and greenish-white, similar to nasal mucus, famously referred to in Bill Murray’s lines “Your mucous”, and “He slimed me!” (Wikipedia).

Zombos Says: Good

Right before I drove to the theater last night, to watch a late showing of The Haunting in Connecticut, a lightning storm sparkled and boomed through Westbury, dropping pea-sized hail and fat raindrops by the bucketful. Perfectly horrid weather for, as it turned out, a not so perfect horror movie. While director Peter Cornwell and writers did manage to startle me twice, The Haunting in Connecticut has more in common with Tobe Hooper’s energetic spookfest Poltergeist than the lingering, atmospheric scares in Lewis Allen’s The Uninvited or Robert Wise’s The Haunting, but not enough in common to make it as good.

The Snedeker family’s travails with a reportedly true-life demonic haunting in Southington, Connecticut have been documented (I’ll leave it up to you if you’d like to put quotes around documented or not) in an episode of A Haunting, which aired on the Discovery Channel, and in Ray Garton’s book, In A Dark Place. Taking the cheerless funeral home ambiance and malevolent presence aspects of their paranormal experience, the movie embellishes it with necromancy, runic magic, angry earthbound spirits (earthbound spirits in horror movies always seem to be angry), and spiritualism. This backstory, involving seances run by the sinister Dr. Aickman and his reluctant medium, Jonah, would have made a more effective and terrifying movie entirely on its own.

LOTT D Horror Post Roundup

Ride-'em-cowboy Howdy Pardners! Kick up those spurs and tilt those hats, it’s time for another month’s worth of favorite posts from the notorious LOTT D horror ranch. They’re lined up and waitin’ for you…grab your partner and dos-i-do, round the middle and on your toes!

Igloo of the Uncanny kills his fourth best friend while reviewing the Swarm.

Unspeakable Horror! blows the Whistle to Open Worlds and analyzes the black beast stereotype we all fear.

Blogue Macabre goes all sci fi and reveals the answers behind Battlestar Galactica’s mind-blowing series finale.

The Drunken Severed Head sends us this timely tribute to Uncle Forry, held at the Egyptian Theatre in Los Angeles, from Jim Bertges.

Slasher Speak is hovering on Cloud 9 over their Bram Stoker Award nom for the speakably good Unspeakable Horror: From the Shadows of the Closet, named a finalist for Superior Achievement in an Anthology. Way to go!

Mad Mad Mad Mad Movies tells us not to judge Savage Weekend by it’s boom mike or other technical faults or “egregious continuity flubs, shots framed with some foreign object (possibly the cameraman’s thumb) obscuring the top of the lens, and…” because it does “add some cool performances by David “Dr. Hill in Re-Animator” Gale (with rockin’ 70s ‘stache!) and William “This is my brother Darryl, this is my other brother Darryl” Sanderson playing (what else?) a country bumpkin with a difference, and I think it’s an undiscovered gem. Check it out.”