Boogeyman

Abducted at night with zero evidence left behind, demises left uncertain as missing posters signify mystery and uncertainty as the grasp of reality becomes nonexistent—a deep underlying mystery occurs that becomes embedded with a town’s history and for those who’ve experienced it firsthand. Stuck in a real nightmare, with no escape for the trauma that was endured from the moment the closet door creaked as loud as it ever has on that fateful night.  Continuously impressed by the whiplashed cinematography of Dutch angle tilts and rapid movements as if the cinematographer is doing cartwheels at an exhilarating rate, or the wondrous atmosphere soaked in the dusky night fog shimmered by drifting leaves scattered about. Forever glad that Boogeyman and all of its many faults work for me: stilted dialogue, unhinged plot with supposed time travel closets, the horrendous computer-generated entity, and questionable camera movements in the finale—none of that matters to me, the worse, the better it gets along the way. The narrative never becomes dull nor does the chaotic final moments ever feel pointless or drab. Better than most mainstream films these days.   “Don’t go to sleep… he’s waiting for you.”