Studio: StudioCanal/Shudder
Director: Alberto Corredor
Writer: Christina Pamies, Bryce McGuire
Producer: Alex Heineman, Andrew Rona
Stars: Freya Allan, Jeremy Irvine, Ruby Barker, Anne Muller, Svenja Jung, Julika Jenkins, Ned Dennehy, Saffron Burrows, Peter Mullan
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Summary:
Following her estranged father's death, a young woman inherits a pub that comes with the curse of a mysterious creature locked in the basement.
Review:
In the best possible way, "Baghead" gives off vague "Friday the 13th: The Series" vibes at its outset. If you recall that cult classic show's premiere episode, storeowner Lewis Vendredi, who made a deal with The Devil to sell cursed antiques in exchange for immortality, suddenly has second thoughts about the pact he's profited off of for years. Fearful of yet another family unknowingly inviting evil into their home, Lewis refuses to sell their daughter a demonic doll. Consequences come quickly though, as violating his contract causes Satan to pull Lewis down to Hell, change of heart be damned. Lewis Vendredi be damned, too.
Owen Lark lives in a German pub that could be a sister location of sorts to the Vendredi store that became Curious Goods. The Queen's Head isn't chock full of strange knick-knacks piled into every crowded corner. It's more spacious than that. But it does have the musty feel of a centuries-old building that's seen its fair share of dirty deeds done behind secret doors. Sepia-colored photographs with burn marks on their edges adorn grimy walls. Stone lions stand watch at either end of a fireplace. Curling candelabras sit next to stained-glass lamps on the bar. The place seems better suited for a seance than an after-work pint with a friend.
The brick-walled basement turns this slow-dripping dread into a steadier stream of sinister suggestions. Behind a heavy wooden door marked with odd runes and down a dark staircase dwells Baghead. Her head covered by a sack mask, Baghead is a crone-like creature capable of communicating with the dead. For years, Owen exploited the gnarled witch's ability by permitting grieving patrons to pay to see deceased loved ones. There are rules, of course. For starters, sessions can only last two minutes. Any time beyond that gives Baghead more power. Fortunately, Owen can control her to some degree because owning the pub also makes him the steward of Baghead.
One price Owen has to pay is he cannot leave the pub without risking Baghead taking over his mind, or being let loose into the world. Regrettably, this estranged Owen from his daughter Iris. Now, with the guilt of his complicity in Baghead's unholy behavior becoming too much to bear, Owen reckons it's time to destroy her. Yet like Lewis Vendredi, Owen's escape plan backfires, and he suffers a fiery fate not unlike his antique store counterpart.
Instead of two cousins, Owen's down-on-her-luck daughter Iris inherits the pub. She also inherits the curse. Despite her best friend Katie's warnings, Iris thinks she knows how to handle Baghead thanks to videotaped instructions left behind by Owen. But when a widower insistent on seeing his dead wife dangles big bucks for several sessions with Baghead, Iris gets drawn into a haunting experience with devastating ramifications in this chilling tale of living with remorse, and dying in the claws of a manipulative monster.
I have yet to see the same-named short from 2017 that "Baghead" is based on. I don't think I need to watch it to know this is an uncommon exception where something previously fitted for a 15-minute frame can justifiably extend into a feature because it possesses enough quality content to sustain a consistently gripping story. I'm equally confident that the next time we hear from director Alberto Corredor, he'll be at the helm of a big theatrical thriller, at least for Blumhouse, if not for a major Hollywood studio, because of his sharp talent for manifesting and maintaining an elegantly eerie presentation.
"Baghead" fulfills the classic criteria for a mood-based movie. It's true that the film incorporates tried-and-true tropes like a lot of cautious tiptoeing by torchlight down creaky hallways and phantom visages skulking in shadows. Yet ambient lighting and careful camera movements are so acutely in tune with each escalating step of suspense, formulaic frights are easy to ignore in favor of appreciating the delicate craftwork on display. In making its own deep mythology regarding Baghead's background, the movie builds an immersive world inside a small space capable of sucking in anyone glamoured by its witchy cinematic spell.
I'd further label "Baghead" as a textbook supernatural thriller, one which indie filmmakers would be wise to emulate. The cast is compact, consisting of only ten actors total, and action remains confined almost entirely inside a single location. Those conditions are often a cheat meant to squeeze a tight budget, but they feel natural to "Baghead's" focused narrative, not like the restrictions came first and the script followed after. It also feels so much bigger in scope. Despite the claustrophobic cellar seeping intangible horror between each mote of dust, there's a sense that Baghead's curse carries an immensity whose stakes reach wider into the outside world.
The film isn't without imperfections. Baghead's crypt-keeper appearance has its fright factor turned up high, although some spotty CGI in the form of fire as well as one scene of someone clawing off their face could have used additional doses of movie magic. Along with some iffy plotting involving a serendipitous rescue, there's also a routine exposition dump the third act could do without. I find Baghead more compelling as a mysterious enigma, so I'm not sure the full details of her origin are necessary. On the other hand, viewers who demand explanations every time a movie introduces an otherworldly element will get what they wish for.
When it remains on track, which is most of the runtime, "Baghead" hits horror's highest notes for atmospheric spookiness, bleak character drama, and thematic terror revolving around regret. Highlighted by engaging acting where even the briefest roles pull their small share of the omnipresent dread's heavy-hanging weight, "Baghead" belongs with similar creepers like "Oculus" (review here) and "Relic" (review here) for its brand of cerebral thrills. Fit for a skin-crawling double bill with "Talk to Me," "Baghead" is highly recommended for viewers who like their horror to burn slow, yet white-hot with macabre intensity.
Review Score: 80
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