Studio: Max/New Line Cinema
Director: Gary Dauberman
Writer: Gary Dauberman
Producer: James Wan, Michael Clear, Roy Lee, Mark Wolper
Stars: Lewis Pullman, Makenzie Leigh, Alfre Woodard, John Benjamin Hickey, Bill Camp, Jordan Preston Carter, Nicholas Crovetti, Spencer Treat Clark, William Sadler, Pilou Asbaek
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Summary:
Residents of a small town in Maine come together to combat a vampire who is transforming their friends and family members.
Review:
"Salem's Lot," both the original novel and this third adaptation, comes well stocked with a nearly complete set of Stephen King standards. Featured player Ben Mears is a troubled author still struggling with imposter syndrome. Having not been there since a childhood tragedy, Ben seeks inspiration by returning to his hometown of Jerusalem's Lot, which is, where else, located in rural Maine. Over at the elementary school, folksy English teacher Matt Burke breaks up an altercation between a bully and nerdy new kid Mark. Mark's interest in comic books and painting model monsters earns him a bond with brothers Danny and Ralphie Glick. Meanwhile, Ben begins a bond of a different kind with spunky secretary Susan, who has big dreams of breaking free from small-town shackles. Now all we need is a vampire to move into the haunted old Marsten House on the hill and we'll have all the hallmarks of nostalgia and nefariousness from a summertime spooker by the Master of Horror.
Written for the screen and directed by Gary Dauberman, this version of "Salem's Lot" also comes well stocked with a nearly complete set of scary movie standards, too. Opening titles deliver background exposition through a montage of maps, manifests, and pointed newspaper headlines. Needle drops slip in songs with apropos lyrics from Gordon Lightfoot and Donovan to accent the seventies setting. Then of course we have the sinister sights of glowing-eyed creatures floating outside bedroom windows, necks being bitten in shadowed silhouettes, and a gradual escalation of eerie events until survivors accept their quiet town has been taken over by the undead.
Dauberman appears to have deliberately designed his "Salem's Lot" to have the familiar frights, cinematic style, and palatable plot beats that can easily satiate average appetites for theatrical thrills. What he evidently did not design the film for, however, was to be pared down to a 100-minute runtime that's clearly missing complete chunks of story while keeping crumbs that don't belong on a properly prepared plate.
Tobe Hooper's adaptation of "Salem's Lot" in 1979 and the 2004 update starring Rob Lowe were both made for television as two-part miniseries that ran over three hours each. Dauberman probably had similar plans, because it seems unlikely he would have made "Salem's Lot" this way had he known it would be necessary to squeeze into an arbitrary duration for a Halloween season debut on a streaming service. If he had that mandate ahead of time, he could have slimmed down the script in pre-production instead of banging into the hurdles that come from trying to cut up an epic in the editing room.
This "Salem's Lot" absolutely stuffs itself with characters, none of whom stand out as the "main" one, not even Ben. In addition to the people previously mentioned, the eclectic assortment of residents who appear onscreen includes Sheriff Parkins Gillespie and his deputy Ollie Griffen, alcoholic priest Father Callahan, eager realtor Larry Crockett, gossipy librarian Mabel Werts, Ben's landlady Eva Miller, gravedigger Mike Ryerson, Danny and Ralphie's worried mother Marjorie, random workmen Royal Snow and Hank Peters, Dr. Cody, and that's only half of the roles listed in end credits.
Did you get all of that? Doesn't matter if you didn't. "Salem's Lot" only name checks a couple of them, like a rival for Susan's affections who only appears once to drop a single passive-aggressive insult in Ben's direction, when an adaptation that simply scrubbed out these inessential inclusions would have streamlined the story.
As a consequence of its choppy arrangement, "Salem's Lot" offers few emotional stakes for a viewer to invest in. What with Ben and Susan's budding romance, the budding friendship between Mark and the Glick brothers, the drunk priest's crisis of faith, the cowardly sheriff's crisis of conscience, and several other threads, there aren't enough minutes for everything to matter.
Even though it feels like no individual gets more than four minutes of total screentime, strong performances zero out bony characterizations. Despite struggling to deliver dialogue with a New England drawl, you immediately accept Dr. Cody as an intuitive medical professional purely on the basis of her being played by Alfre Woodard. As knowledgeable schoolteacher Matt Burke, Bill Camp's personable presence just as immediately elevates him from "That Guy" character actor to "Salem's Lot's" unsung hero. Young Jordan Preston Carter similarly does a lot with a little as Mark partly because, like several of the central characters, "Salem's Lot" understands what critical moments are required to make them sympathetic and relatable, even if that's at the expense of leaving every secondary inclusion dangling by a thin thread.
Taken for the final product it is, or rather the final product it was forced to be, it's hard to imagine any alternate 100-minute cut of this content coming out distinctly better. Being blunt, when Hollywood hires Gary Dauberman to helm a film, they're not expecting an arty auteur like David Lynch or a clever magician like M. Night Shyamalan, and neither should an audience. With all due respect he's rightfully earned, Dauberman cut his filmmaking fangs on "Annabelle" and "It" movies. His eyes and ears are tuned for monster movies with mainstream vibes, and "Salem's Lot" plucks out another fluffy feather for that cap. The film isn't overly flashy. It may not be particularly frightening, either. Nevertheless, even its limitations fall within the boundaries to be fleetingly fine fare for a nonchalant night in the dark.
Review Score: 55
Before you know it, viewers gradually transform into frogs slowly boiled alive without realizing the dangerous heat enveloping them until it’s too late.