I am a sucker for a horror film. I like being scared; it’s who I am. I often find it’s the most commonplace things that have the potential to scare the ever-loving crap out of me. Things like a doll or walking into a room before turning the light on. It’s that last one that hooked me with Veemsen Lama’s Apartment 41. Give it a try.
If I had a nickel for every time I yelled, “Don’t go in there!” or “Why the hell did you do that?!”
Really, though, who walks into a room without turning the light on beforehand? Have you no sense of self-preservation?! And why on earth would you open your front door if you saw a strange, dark figure lurking just outside of your keyhole? Strangely, though, this film managed to strike a good spot with the dark lighting and music, which meant that I bought it more than I normally would have. Honestly, I like the notion of a ghost stalking someone, and the familiarity with the ghost worked against my moments of, “Seriously, lady, why the hell are you acting like this?” I also liked that there wasn’t a backstory, so we’re left unsure of the circumstances of the death of our angry spirit. Sometimes, less is more, from lighting to exposition.
And with that, happy Saturday.