Directed
by Luis Carvalho, Starring: Brinke Stevens, Jocelyn Padilla, Ryan Boudreau.
Horror, US, 2012, 91mins, Cert 18.
“Maybe,
just maybe, we can raise one dead man from his grave”.
HOUSE
BY THE CEMETERY meets OUIJA in this low-budget tale from the crypt by
first-time writer/director/editor Luis Carvalho. A group of bored teens holed
up in a basement dabble with a Ouija board and accidentally summon up the 69
year-old corpse of Jonah Matthias from his grave. Poisoned by his wife, who
just happens to be partying with a group of middle-aged swingers in the
upstairs house, Jonah is out for revenge...
Poor
inconsistent writing and leaden direction hinders this film from ever rising
above its meagre offerings. It’s hard to get a handle on such waveringly
written characters. Morally superior and holier-than-thou Tony for example
doesn’t believe in pre-marital sex and refuses to partake in the devils work of
the Ouija high-jinks – yet it is later suggested he’s overindulged in drugs.
Francis advises his little sister that the Bible is the only book she’ll ever
need – yet it’s his suggestion to dabble in the occultist Ouija in the first
place (and far from practicing abstinence himself, he’s about to become a
father). Unlike the boozy old-timers upstairs who appear to be having a whale
of a time – the teens below deck appear a joyless bunch without a hint of
chemistry between them.
Once
Jonah has staggered out of his grave and found his way to the basement, (seemingly
ignoring his murderous wife upstairs) the teens seem remarkably reluctant to
actually attempt to escape from the unconvincing clutches of the Dr. Freudstein-like
zombie Jonah. And it’s here among the flimsy cardboard walls and implausibly
large cellar spaces that director Carvalho overstretches the ‘idiot plot’ to
such an extent it renders the narrative logic positively threadbare.
80’s
scream queen Brinke Stevens makes a couple of brief appearances as Jonah’s
widow, partying it up with the swingers and toasting to the fortune her
(supposedly) dead husband posthumously bestowed upon her. Needless to say she
steals the film even in those fleeting few moments.
Eventually
the shambling Jonah (who resembles ‘Tiny’ from HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES) indulges in some sub-par Fulci-lite gory
antics such as chewing on a chunk of neck from a (seemingly) compliant victim
before chopping off another’s arm, but by then it’s really too late to raise
the interest level above resigned apathy, for JONAH LIVES has unfortunately long
since died.
**(out of 5*)
Paul
Worts
This review
was first published on the FrightFest website.
