Studio: Jinga Films Ltd.
Director: Bobby Easley
Writer: Ken Wallace, Bobby Easley
Producer: Bobby Easley, Ken Wallace, James Brenton
Stars: Michelle Morris, Julie Anne Prescott, Erin Trimble, Andie Noir, John Johnson, Joe Padgett, Solon Tsangaras
Review Score:
Summary:
A troubled woman rents a mysterious room where she becomes haunted by cosmic visions controlled by an ancient witch.
Review:
Oops, my bad. I had no business watching “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House,” let alone reviewing it. I’m not sure anyone does. It’s one of those ultra lo-fi indies shot in a backyard or a basement, the kind of homemade horror I swore off a long time ago because I hate dumping all over forgettable fly-by-night flicks almost as much as I hate sitting through them. But I did sit through it, and I need new content, so I’m going to bear down and do this against my better judgment anyway.
Immediately after its opening credits animation, which is the best thing about the movie I kid you not, “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House” warns you to turn it off and find a better-presented film to watch instead. Poorly sourced audio bounces off of walls. The camera crams itself to within two inches of anything and anyone it shoots, jittering from being handheld not for aesthetic purposes, but because it looks like a tripod was just too much trouble. Actors you’ve never seen before and never will again, over half of whom predictably don’t have IMDb headshots, awkwardly recite monotone lines with the stiffness of a million wooden planks. Characters simply walk out of frame when their scenes are over because editing has no sense of timing, only a baseline desire to begin and end exactly on a given action. A makeup artist gets a credit, yet some people don’t seem to be wearing makeup at all; if they are, they appear to have applied it themselves. Daytime shots are overexposed. Exterior shots only use available light. To sum it up in a single sentence, “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House” is drenched face to feet in efforts that I’m sure are well intentioned, yet are undeniably amateur nonetheless.
The plot combines a hodgepodge of pieces yanked from Lovecraft’s original story plus some scatterbrained sequences where a haunted woman suffers strange visions that are muddled montages of snarling faces bathed in green light. There’s also a side story of sorts involving children kidnapped in a couple of comically staged scenes like one woman who completely abandons her stroller in a park so she can take a five-second phone call. Everything amounts to a whole lot of nonsense for something that looks exactly like an average digital drop from Wild Eye Releasing even though, incredibly, “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House” wasn’t actually distributed by Wild Eye Releasing.
I’m not really sure what else there is to say. I could stop right now except, like I said, I have space to fill. So until I reach my minimum word count, I’m going to fling more useless noise at you the same way this movie does.
Here’s something weird. At the time of this writing, the Amazon page for “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House” has 38 user reviews dated between 2016 and 2019 even though the movie debuted in 2021 and released on DVD and VOD in 2022. Looks like Amazon mistakenly folded in reviews for an anime that I assume probably has “Witch House” in its title. The reviews are so vague that you have to read several of them to piece together what happened since phrases like “It’s bizarre, creative and taboo” and “the graphics are wild” sound like they could be meant for this film, although that praise would only have come from the mother of someone who worked on the movie.
Let’s see, not even at 600 words yet. Hmm. Oh, here’s my last note. I made the mistake of pausing during a requisite research montage and found gibberish text apparently pulled from a food critic’s column sitting underneath a newspaper headline about a grisly murder.
Ugh, still 50-ish words left to go. Not enough to bring up Lovecraft having become a problematic figure in our post-woke world, and too many to let me unshackle this burdensome ball and chain even one minute early. I swear, disposable DTV’ers like “H.P. Lovecraft’s Witch House” make this job a real chore sometimes, and this is definitely one of those times.
Review Score: 20
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