Dodging to the side as the mummified figure’s attention is squarely on the late Mr Banner, you dash through the jagged glass opening and into the dim foyer of the abandoned cinema. Turning this way and that you flee down a long corridor with sets of double doors set along its length. Choosing one you burst through the doors and into an ornate looking Auditorium.
Crouching low you slip into a row of plush red velvet seats, a musty smell assaulting your senses, the place has seen better days. Listening intently you hear the slight swish swish as the doors you burst through moments ago slowly stop swinging, then…silence.
With a screech that threatens to send you once again into a sprint you realise it’s the sound of the projector starting up. A bright beam of light slices through the darkness and onto the screen at the front of the room.
Mesmerised you watch as black and white footage appears. A grisly scene, a first person view, looking down at bandaged, bloody hands emerging from the body of a man. The view lingers for a moment before the camera, or the eyes of the killer, turn sharply to the left and the familiar broken glass opening into the cinema comes into view.
The shot moves through the opening, the view bobbing up and down, matching the measured yet relentless pace of the creature. Now the shot is in the corridor…it stops. Moving again, left, then right, finally settling on a set of double doors…but which ones?
A familiar voice, the man from the phone call, cuts through the air.
“I think you should be going now.”
I feel like I’m on pretty firm ground with this particular film. It’s one I’ve watched on several occasions and my first watch was in ideal circumstances, alone, at night, when the scares are so much more effective. I tend to hear fairly mixed comments about this film though generally not too extreme either way, but neither is it really middle of the road, does that make sense? Well either way, let’s find out. This time, it’s 2012’s Sinister.

I came into this film when I first saw it, with no prior knowledge, I didn’t even know what it was about really, bar the short Synopsis on whichever streaming service I was watching it through. I was watching it in the way that I’m sure most people consume horror films, alone, at night, on a cross-trainer…I was on a bit of a health kick at the time. It turns out that it’s not just the first two which helped to enhance the fear factor. Being in the middle of the room, with plenty of room for someone or something to be behind you, and with the added…benefit…of the vooom, vooom, vooom of the cross trainer potentially masking the sound of an approach, quite frankly this film scared the shit out of me.
Now I don’t really think I scare too easily. I mean this would be an odd endeavour if I did, but honestly, this film has some moments in it which put me very on edge and I’m sure that even if I hadn’t had the perfect storm of how I was watching it I would have found them scary. That isn’t to say that the whole film succeeds in this way, it has it’s fair share of cheesy, stereotypical moments and as with many horror films it loses much of its potency towards the end, but the moments it does have, really stuck with me.
The film follows the Oswalt family who have just moved into a new home. A home where a murder recently took place. The father, Ellison, is the only family member aware of this fact and unbeknownst to his wife and children, moved them there so he could write his next true crime novel about the incident at the house. Shortly after moving in he finds an old home movie camera in the attic along with some labelled reels of film. Ellison watches the horrific home movies and gets drawn further and further into a disturbing mystery.
The home movies are really what gives this film a step up in my opinion. I’m a big fan of the found footage genre as a whole as to my mind it provides the most scares. They feel real and are often unpredictable, the rules aren’t the same when it comes to found footage. Now the movies in this do follow a formula so really…ignore what I said about unpredictability, but they’re short and you know that something bad is coming in each of them so they have you on edge. They’re generally dingy and disorientating with little or no sound and you’re just there as a voyeur, a waking witness to a nightmare.
It’s not all good though. Personally, I think the ‘villain’ is the least scary part of the film, and as horror films tend towards, becomes less and less scary as it goes on. I’ll go into this in a bit more detail in the spoilers section but essentially the film would be better with some things remaining a mystery.
The acting is solid. Ellison, who we see much more than any other character, is played by Ethan Hawke, an actor I have a lot of time for particularly in films like Gattaca and Training Day where he is excellent. I wouldn’t say that Sinister is a stand out performance for him but then he’s playing a fairly regular guy and is very believable in the part which frankly is what horror films like this need, we need to relate to him and we need it to feel real, I think he succeeds at that.
Score time. I really like this film, I’m not going to argue that it’s a masterpiece, but it’s a good horror film, it’s scary, the premise is different and there’s a mystery aspect to it which for me adds depth. I’m going to give Sinister 4 lawnmowers out of 5, watch this one alone, in the dark…just try and avoid watching it on a cross trainer.
**WARNING** SPOILERS BELOW **WARNING**
Welcome to the spoiler section. This is the part where I can bring up some specific parts of the film which I’d like to talk about more, whether they be good, or bad.
There is one particular scene in the film which instantly comes to mind whenever Sinister comes up in conversation, the lawnmower scene. Of all the grim little home movies we see throughout the film, this is the most disturbing to my mind and the one which makes me involuntarily tense up. As with the other films it starts innocuously enough, viewing a family through a window. We then cut to an almost top down view of a lawnmower on a patio in the rain. The lighting here, presumably from a light on the camera, gives a vignette quality to the scene with the edges of the shot shrouded in darkness. The person holding the camera starts to push the mower along the patio then onto the lawn, picking up speed, when suddenly a face comes into view, one of the victims tied up on the floor and we cut away just as the mower hits their head and a horrible shrieking noise cuts through the quiet scene. Even now, viewing the scene again as I write this paragraph, part of me wanted to just remember it as best I could rather than watch it again. On a slightly lighter note, my friend Jenny and I were watching this a while back and somebody rang the doorbell just as the mower was making its way across the grass and we pretty much shit ourselves.
I mentioned earlier that the ‘Villain’ is one of the more disappointing aspects of the film. His name is Bughuul, a Babylonian God who takes one child from a family, killing the rest. He does this through the child themselves who he gets to kill their own family. It’s a great premise, but we don’t need to see Bughuul, especially when he just looks like some dude going to a Slipknot gig, I think it would have been far more effective if we just knew that the children were being coerced by a demonic presence, and left it at that. Murderous children are far scarier.
I really enjoyed the mystery aspect to the film. Ellison, the Deputy…seriously we don’t get a name for him…and Professor Jonas unearthing new details as we feel time running out for the Oswalt family. The final kick being the revelation that, having just moved house, all of the previous murders occurred after the families moved out of house the previous crime happened in. It’s little additions like this that I think, along with the home movies themselves, lift the film up above potential mediocrity.
That’s honestly all I can think of for the spoilers section. I could talk about each of the home movies but really I’ve talked about the one I had the most to say about and this isn’t supposed to be a round up of everything that happens, just those bits I felt like I wanted to bring up. There isn’t much more too outstanding, good or bad, that’s the nature of a 4 out of 5 lawnmowers film.
Now, what shall I watch next, perhaps I should check the attic…








