Which
is scarier, the horror of the supernatural or the family variety? In this case,
we are definitely going with family. The Reynolds clan is especially disturbing,
because they are presented as unambiguous meta analogs of the director’s own famous
fam in screenwriter-director Bridey Elliott’s Clara’s Ghost, opening today in select cities.
Clara
Reynolds never had much luck in the business, so she is used to being ignored
and belittled, particularly by her husband but also by her daughters. Currently,
Clara’s daughter Julie is the biggest star in the family, much to the burning resentment
of her sister Riley, with whom she co-starred in an Olsen Twins style sitcom during
their youth. Even their father Ted is jealous of Julie’s success. He was once a
big TV star, but he just talked himself out of a potentially recurring role on
her current show with his unreasonable demands.
With
her wedding (to the producer who fired Dad) fast approaching, Julie has even
more license to be high-strung and high-maintenance. Frankly, only Ollie, the
family dog, and Joe, the family drug-dealer (the sisters’ old high school
classmate) exert any kind of rational, calming influence, especially when Clara
starts seeing the ghost of Adelia, a former resident of their old New England-style
Connecticut home.
Bridey
Elliott is more concerned with family dysfunction than hauntings, but the
former is so excruciatingly uncomfortable, it approaches the downright terrifying.
Yet, the business involving Adelia’s increasing spectral control over Clara is
surprisingly creepy. Indeed, it is just impossible to ever feel comfortable
during the film, for a host of reasons.
Nevertheless,
it is all still archly amusing. Chris Elliott probably does his funniest work
since There’s Something About Mary as
the vain, arrogant, self-centered Ted Reynolds. His daughters Abbey and Bridey
really do seem like siblings with all kinds of rivalry and baggage souring
their relationship. The casting of Haley Joel Osment as likably schlubby Joe is
downright inspired (and it also gives the film one degree of separation from The Sixth Sense). However, Paula Niedert
Elliott, the Elliott matriarch, is the show-stopper as Clara, the Reynolds matriarch.
It is a carefully layered performance, with her outward passivity masking all
kinds of neuroses, under which we can see hints of even deeper, darker simmering
emotions.
Outsiders
might wonder why the Elliott family would make a film that is sure to stir all
kinds of gossipy speculation, but it is painfully obvious why the Reynoldses
would. They must abide by what fame demands. As an added bonus, the film also stirs
all kinds of 1980s nostalgia, starting with the awesome retro-looking one sheet.
Cinematographer Markus Mentzer gives it an eerie, hazy look reminiscent of “prestige”
horror from the early years of the decade. Of course, the mere presence of Chris
Elliott brings a flood of memories from his glory Eighties years on the Letterman
Show, back when it was still funny (remember this one?).
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