825 FOREST ROAD (2025)

Studio:   Shudder
Director: Stephen Cognetti
Writer:   Stephen Cognetti
Producer: Joe Bandelli, Dana Guerin, Cindi Rice
Stars:    Elizabeth Vermilyea, Kathryn Miller, Joe Falcone

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Summary:

A man moves to a sleepy suburb with his wife and sister only to discover the town hides a dark history of being haunted by a ghostly woman who drives residents to suicide.


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Review:

Although they’re grouped together with the same letter, not all B-movies are created equal. Under that umbrella term for genre films exists several levels of horror, sci-fi, and midnight movie fare, with lines usually drawn by production quality, which in turn is often dictated by budget.

Big studio titles, the ones with at least six zeroes in their bank accounts, take over the top penthouse suite. Below that would be Syfy Channel or lower-end streaming service MOWs that maybe cater to a niche audience for a dormant franchise or feature one recognizable, but past-their-prime actor because that’s all they could afford. All the way in the cellar lurk the slapdash slasher, ho-hum haunted house, and “found footage” flicks shot on a phone in three days with a first-time filmmaker’s father and four friends accounting for the entire cast and crew.

About a tier or two above that bottom floor is where “825 Forest Road” rents a room. This is a safer space where homegrown horror movies still don’t include familiar faces in front of the camera, fancy special effects, or perhaps the smoothest storytelling, but they compensate with ample atmosphere, respectable craftwork, and earnest intent you won’t find in VOD vomit with the words “Amityville,” “Shark,” or “Fill-in-the-Blank-nado” in their names. Here sits the sandbox where serious indie horror creators like The Adams Family, Perry Blackshear, and pre-breakout Mike Flanagan come to play and experiment.

Now that we’ve formed a picture of its presentation, let’s summarize “825 Forest Road’s” setup. Music teacher Chuck Wilson just moved to the sleepy small town of Ashland Falls with his wife Maria and his college-aged sister Isabel, the latter of whom struggles with the recent death of her mother in a car accident she blames herself for. Upon meeting his new neighbor Larry, Chuck learns depressed people like Isabel don’t do well in Ashland Falls. The town has a dark, hidden history involving a ghostly woman known to drive spiraling minds to suicide.

Sensitive viewers would do well to heed a trigger warning here. “825 Forest Road” heavily anchors its story in deep-sea sands of trauma and fatal self-harm. These themes rub both ways. The focus on mental health troubles gives context to the characters and their motivations, though it can also create dour slow spots burdened by lengthy conversations concerning therapy and personal pain. Attention spans not locked into the subtext will be prone to wander whenever the movie isn’t directly dealing with hauntings and horror.

The backstory’s buildup can also be frustrating because so much of the initial mystery comes from characters being unnecessarily cryptic. Chuck has to wait a while to learn the dead woman haunting Ashland Falls is named Helen Foster because residents only refer to “her” and “she” without following up to specify exactly who they mean. Another person advises Chuck, “Don’t do it" without clarifying what “it” is. In another circumstance, two librarians merely shoot each other knowing looks when they could simply warn Chuck outright that Helen has harangued the town since vengeful acts ended in death by her own hand in the 1940s. Helen’s demise wasn’t the last anyone would see of her, however. She’s kept Ashland Falls cursed for years. The town believes the only way to stop her is to destroy Helen’s former home, thought to be located at 825 Forest Road. Seems simple enough, except the town council renamed the streets and redrew the borders decades ago, so no one knows where that address is.

Creeps come predominantly from suggestive dread, or from sudden spooks that don’t end in a pouncing payoff, such as fleeting figures only the audience sees appearing behind someone onscreen. While the intensity doesn’t smolder quite as hot, writer/director Stephen Cognetti of “Hell House LLC” fame infuses “825 Forest Road” with eerie indie energy akin to films from those names mentioned earlier. To be clear, “825 Forest Road” doesn’t necessarily have the surreal, supernatural feel of an Adams Family or Mike Flanagan movie. Rather, it boasts a similar grassroots guerrilla style in its minimalist mood that conveys a professional effort, just without the higher-level polish of a Hollywood production. Putting it another way, think of “825 Forest Road” like real, regional horror rather than another throwaway thriller destined for a DTV dumpster.

Acting can be stiff, particularly by one of the members of the main trio, who appears to be “acting” as opposed to seamlessly inhabiting an alter ego. I wonder if the movie might have been shot sequentially, because the cast seems to melt more comfortably into their roles as the minutes move on. However, there’s a hiccup to this flow, which will be mentioned in a moment, that can bring these bumps back.

Blocking can sometimes be stiff too, like a sequence where an actor walks into frame, hits their mark, and tilts up their head to look at an ominous house. Another shot where multiple characters stand in a noticeable line so they can be perfectly positioned in frame smacks of deliberate staging to the detriment of feeling organic.

But “825 Forest Road” looks good for this grade of B-movie. Rooms are furnished to looked lived in. You can see the camera move cleanly on a dolly. The narrative even tries some intriguing tricks like separating the story into nonlinear acts centered on different characters. The alternating perspectives don’t add much to the mystery, as the movie isn’t constructed to reveal big secrets that way. In one scene, you might hear someone ask about something. When that point in time gets revisited later, you’ll see what it was they were asking about and why. This conceit isn’t a whole lot, but it’s something to give the film an atypical rhythm that differentiates it from a pack of poorer peers.

Dismissive viewers are likely to see the cast of unknowns and white glow of the digital medium, hit one of several dialogue-heavy lulls, and hastily conclude “825 Forest Road” is another lo-fi log for the “forget it” fire. Too bad for them. The film is a solid 7/10 for those who appreciate the slow burn of psychological suspense, and is recommended for fans of movies made by indie artists who put sincere commitment into personal projects.

Review Score: 70