This is a deeply unoriginal horror film that
suffers from a slow middle section and a
plot that has more holes than a Goth kid’s
ear. Robert De Niro plays psychologist
David Callaway. When his wife commits
highly cinematic suicide, his 9-year-old
daughter Emily (Dakota Fanning) starts
acting like Wednesday Addams. In an
attempt to soothe the scared child,
Callaway packs her up and moves to a
scary house in the middle of a dark
woods. Is this a good idea? Apparently
not, because shortly thereafter, dolls get
mutilated; cats get drowned; and
Elisabeth Shue shows up in some
unflattering outfits. This would be
interesting if the surprise, twist ending
was in anyway cohesive with what had
gone before, but it violates the plot
integrity of much of the early part of the
film and winds up feeling like a cheap
rip-off. I’m hoping this is the movie that
convinces De Niro that it’s time to stop
taking any script that he just happens to
find floating in the sewer, and maybe go
back to doing the kind of quality films that
made him one of America’s most
accomplished actors.