We Got This Covered
Knowing that numerous indie titles were passed over so that someone could greenlight The Boy makes me a sad horror fan. There is no redemption here. Scares aren’t pushed, Cohan is wasted, and the Brahms doll fails to achieve any iconic imagery. William Brent Bell did indeed make a film, but even with such an intricately detailed estate, there’s absolutely no personality to be found beyond detailed furnishings. It’s a film built on one goofily cobbled prop that can’t sustain a TWO-HOUR-LONG thriller, which renders itself useless in the very first minutes. No charisma, no character, and certainly no horror.