CONSECRATION (2023)

Studio:     Shudder/IFC Films
Director:    Christopher Smith
Writer:     Christopher Smith, Laurie Cook
Producer:  Laurie Cook, Jason Newmark, Casey Herbert, Xavier Marchand, Stuart Ford
Stars:     Jena Malone, Danny Huston, Thoren Ferguson, Will Keen, Eilidh Fisher, Alexandra Lewis, Jolade Obasola, Daisy Allen, Kit Rakusen, Ian Pirie, Steffan Cennydd, Janet Suzman

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Summary:

An investigation into her brother’s death at a remote Scottish convent unlocks shocking memories for a woman with a haunted past.


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Although “Faith” would have yielded similarly clichéd results, “Consecration” must be the umpteenth film steeped in Christian-based horrors to feature a woman conveniently named “Grace.”  Devoutly religious parents in the movies apparently never name their daughters Britney or Gladys, I guess.  Less stereotypically, this particular protagonist is a reclusive ophthalmologist who, likely due to a mistake made by whomever typed it into an onscreen email address, can’t seem to correctly spell her own profession.

Following a flash-forward cold open where a nun shockingly confronts Grace at gunpoint, “Consecration” holds that thought to backtrack for the decidedly less exciting events of Grace administering an eye exam to an elderly patient, conferring with a colleague, then returning to her average apartment to take a phone call.  On the other end of the line, investigating officer Harris informs Grace that her brother Michael, a priest at a remote Scottish church, was found dead in an apparent murder-suicide involving a second priest, and Michael was on the suicide end of that hyphen.

Grace can’t believe her brother would kill himself, much less murder another man of the cloth, so she heads to the isolated island location to perform her own amateur investigation into Michael’s death.  There, she meets the stern (is there any other kind of chief nun in the movies?) Mother Superior who will presumably pull a pistol on her at some point, the outwardly kind but conspicuously cagey (is there any other kind of chief priest in the movies?) Father Romero, and a variety pack of meekly subservient (is there any other kind of capital-S Sister in the movies?) nuns with varying degrees of narrative importance, all of which are still very low.  After a frightening vision causes her to faint, this motley crew quickly houses Grace, clothes her, and allows her to wander the grounds unsupervised, just as all cloistered convents commonly do when an outsider suspects them of skullduggery in a fatal game of armchair detective.

Throughout “Consecration’s” earlier scenes, Grace regularly experiences haunting hallucinations that tease crusading 12th-century Templars, ancient occult rituals, and a hazy family history pockmarked by multiple instances of madness and murder.  On top of those traumas, Grace also repeatedly hears rumors of supposed demons and devils plaguing the premises.

Would that it were that macabre of a movie, except “Consecration” only dabbles, doesn’t dunk, in tangible terrors like those.  With overcast skies to complement an already grey color palette, “Consecration” actually operates as a gloomy procedural drama anchored around cryptic conversations, whether it’s a seated interview between DCI Harris and a reluctant witness, one of several confrontations between Grace and a tight-lipped nun or side-eyeing Mother Superior, or a walk-and-talk with Father Romero so “Consecration” can briefly take its camera outside for some air.  The movie’s dialogue-heavy interactions of course require everyone to speak in circles because if just one person ever spent ten seconds telling the straightforward truth, what little mystery there is would evaporate immediately.

“Consecration” debuted in theaters, which is strange since it’s not at all noisy enough to scream, “Must be seen on the big screen!”  Much more at home with the subdued spookers and psychological suspense films that go directly to digital, “Consecration’s” low budget and lower ambitions drastically limit any ability to build real buzz, never mind bringing in big box office bucks.

The film feels long, even at only 80-some minutes, for what’s essentially a stealth retelling of a noteworthy “Twilight Zone” episode I’d refer to by title if it weren’t a context clue spoiler.  When the conclusion finally boomerangs back to resolve the gun-pointing prologue, we’re left holding the bag to divine a message out of muddied suggestions about nature versus nurture, intrinsic good and evil, or who knows what.  Too low-key to be of consequential value as a memorable thriller, the only way to take “Consecration” is as a middling one that’s fleetingly intriguing for its reliable, if unremarkable, performances from Jena Malone as Grace and Danny Huston as Father Romero, but not much else.

Review Score: 50