El Orfanato (2007)

Dir: Juan Antonio Bayona: Cast: Belen Rueda, Fernando Cayo, Roger Princep

Thought working at the Film Buff was the best form of birth control? Think again....what if you had to deal with the demonic spirits of murdered orphans coming for revenge? Yeah, I'd choose that too....

My soul sistah and I went to the Bloor (my favourite cinema in Toronto) on Friday night to check out the new Catalan horror El Orfanato (The Orphanage), given a hearty seal of approval by Guillermo del Toro.

I was a bit worried because all the adverts for the film had del Toro's name prominently displayed above the title, as if to suggest that it was actually his creation - no, the onscreen direction is credited to one Juan Antonio Bayona (del Toro merely serves as one of half a dozen producers). The gimmick of top-billing a big name producer is usually done to get asses in seats, which is fine by me - often, producers' personal touches give a film all it needs to be more than the sum of its parts (think Val Lewton), which is exactly what The Orphanage is. Now, don't recoil in terror (that'll come later) when you see Bayona's name on the screen as director - this one has del Toro's fingerprints all over it, and Bayona is clearly paying homage to the master - this film plays out very much like a sequel to del Toro's own 2001 effort El Espinoza del Diablo (The Devil's Backbone), in that both share ghost children, a haunted orphanage (or school), strong ties to the past (whether personal or historical), and both come across as odd Continental versions of Grimm fairy tales.

My main (however minor) problem with this film was that it wasn't able to sustain a sense of rising dread throughout. I was expecting a ghost story in the same vein as The Others (or better yet, The Innocents), but this seemed kind of.....obvious? I don't know, I feel bad criticizing new original horror, and while this one is certainly slick, it seems to move in stops and starts rather than a slow ascension towards a terrifying finale. There certainly were some very frightening scenes, but for the most part they played as shock elements and surface distraction rather than providing deeply atmospheric chills, which is what the film seemed to be striving for. The face of the dead Benigna, the appearance of Tomas in the house at the birthday party, and, especially, the sequence with Geraldine Chaplin's spirit advisor, were all particularly hair-raising, but overall, the movie seemed to lack cohesion; perhaps a sign of Bayona's inexperience. But there is a lot to like here, and it is certainly a film worth seeing. Simon's voice is inadvertently hilarious and heart-warming, and it sounds like, as my sister put it, "a child smoker". Sounds good to me. And the masked Tomas, I'll mention again, is terrifying. Oddly, I found the unmasked, deformed Tomas not frightening at all, but incredibly sad and galvanizing - that was one of the most "real" moments of the film to me; I was able to identify with Tomas' alienation and the overwhelming, if unintentional, cruelty of children.

The final reveal where Simon's fate is mapped out to Laura is simultaneously bone-chilling and heartbreaking. If it was my movie (which it certainly is NOT, and until I have the guts/motivation to get up and make my own, none will be), I would have ended it right there, with a devastated Laura in full realization of the awful consequences of her rash actions, and having no other choice but to go on with the guilt. But as in so many "fairy-tale" flicks, Bayona felt the need to have a neat wrap-up with parallels drawn between his story and that of Peter Pan, Wendy and the lost boys.

I'll admit, I was moved - but only briefly - by the ending. Afterwards, I was disappointed by the filmmaker's choice to take the easy out and side with sentimentality over hard truths. If I wanted to watch Across the Universe (which, trust me, I NEVER, EVER will), I would. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the film, just don't see del Toro's name on the poster and go in all glassy-eyed expecting Pan's Labyrinth 2, because that, The Orphanage ain't.....now, get off yer couch and go see it.


Dropkick said...

isn't that becoming the case more and more nowadays. This easy route film makers keep taking. Cloverfield woulda been that much better if it ended 5 minutes before it did. What's wrong with having horrible shit happen at the end of a movie? It stays with you longer. Unless you watch Crash which is the biggest turd ever made.

velovampire said...

i refuse to acknowledge "that other movie" - the only crash to me is cronenberg's '96 film, which was radical. the other one, not so much.