TAROT (2024)

Studio:   Screen Gems
Director: Spenser Cohen, Anna Halberg
Writer:   Spenser Cohen, Anna Halberg
Producer: Leslie Morgenstein, Elysa Koplovitz Dutton, Scott Glassgold
Stars:    Harriet Slater, Adain Bradley, Avantika, Wolfgang Novogratz, Humberly Gonzalez, Larsen Thompson, Olwen Fouere, Jacob Batalon

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After having their fortunes told with a cursed deck of tarot cards, seven friends fight against fate as they face frightening supernatural figures tied to their readings.


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Hollywood faces mounting concerns regarding how ongoing advancements in artificial intelligence threaten to disrupt the film industry. ChatGPT was just the start for software that screenwriters fear could ultimately make them unnecessary. Performers worry deepfake-level technology can recreate their voices and likenesses without compensation for the original actor. Audiences are also troubled that such shifts might mean future movies will only become more generic, since they'll theoretically be dominated by AI input.

The ironic reality though, is Hollywood has been churning out data-driven dreck for decades now, it just hasn't been generated by computers. Studios select pedestrian projects according to (mis)perceived trends and holes that need plugging on their release calendars. Streaming services create uncomplicated content according to what algorithms claim their viewers will consume. Movies are regularly retooled based on focus group feedback from a few families who happened to attend a free early screening somewhere in middle America. So "Tarot," a movie purportedly made by human beings, is merely one more example of this current by-the-book blandness that makes one wonder, what's the real difference between a soulless film created by AI and a soulless film created by actual people?

"Tarot" starts like countless other routine creepers do, with friends casually partying around a campfire. You can tell them apart because they're an ethnically diverse group of three males and four females, all of whom come with signature faces and hair colors. Unexpectedly, they don't have the stereotypical personalities of aggressive jock, brainy bookworm, Instagram-obsessed bitch, etc. Six of them are simply indescribable while one of them plays the comic relief clown. If anyone still has an issue with figuring out who's who, their conversation in this first scene makes a point to mention everyone's name at least once, just like how regular people talk all the time.

For college kids, they seem incredibly well off. No Natty Light and ramen noodles here. Somehow, they have the money to rent a gated, massive mansion in New York's Catskills to celebrate their friend Elise's birthday. They also have no care for other people's property, because when they run out of booze, they break into a locked basement, ready to take whatever they want.

They don't find beer, although they do find a hand-painted deck of tarot cards in an ornate wooden box among a suspicious collection of occult artifacts. Common sense says everything should be left alone for numerous reasons, except this is a horror movie, so of course they have to unknowingly unleash a domino death curse.

Conveniently, Haley happens to have a background in horoscopes and astrology. She proceeds to give everyone, including herself, an impeccably detailed tarot reading, all of which end with each person drawing a distinct final card that corresponds to the ghoulish figure who will later haunt that person.

The group returns to campus where nothing is amiss yet. Well, unless you find it strange that Elise's dorm includes an accessible attic, but apparently doesn't include any other students living in her building. However, she's not alone when it comes to dying a gruesome death. Soon after Elise's demise, one of the men gets slaughtered in a subway that is also conspicuously empty, especially for a New York train station.

The five remaining friends aren't all that devastated by two of their own meeting sudden, horrible ends. Not even Elise's girlfriend. Grief gets restricted to one or two scenes of minimal tears from two of them, then it's immediately back to basic business as though nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Tarot" sticks in a weird scene here where they're briefly questioned by two detectives, which only serves to address a "why don't they go to the cops?" question no one in the audience cares about being answered anyway. Hilariously, the police conclude "no foul play" was involved, which is awful investigating considering Elise was violently beaten by her dorm attic's sliding ladder four times. I'm sure many blunt force trauma deaths are commonly ruled accidents when a victim gets hit multiple times by the same object, no?

Haley and the others eventually realize something supernatural is responsible, and it must be connected to that obviously evil tarot deck. Since the authorities are no help, where else can a horror character turn for information? Internet research time! Haley literally types in one word, "horoscope," and wouldn't you know it, all four articles shown as the top search results were written by the same person, who, also wouldn't you know it, happens to live nearby.

At the end of their quick road trip, the group gets treated to all the backstory they need about the cursed cards thanks to Old Lady Exposition, who in this instance goes by the name Alma. Flashbacks fill in the blanks about how an astrologer accused of witchcraft bound her soul to the deck as revenge. Now the five friends still standing have to continue enduring another series of standard spooks, then satisfy the restless spirit, "before it's too late." For the viewer, it already is too late by now.

I could go on, but why beat a second dead horse when "Tarot" has already beaten one? On an aesthetic level, the film honestly looks sharp. The average cast is conventionally attractive. The camera, sound, and design departments are clearly staffed by experienced professionals who definitely know what they're doing. It's just that this tired template for "sleepover scary movie" has been so, so played out at this point. Between "Ouija" (review here), "The Bye Bye Man" (review here), and every other "teens/twentysomethings inadvertently inviting otherworldly evil" flick whose titles escape me because my memory refuses to participate in their recollection, every predictable beat in "Tarot" is something seen before. The movie doesn't have an original fleck of skin, never mind a full bone, in its entire uninspired body.

Banish "Tarot" to Netflix like every other routine thriller justly sentenced to a digital death. Maybe their algorithm can find ways to force it onto undemanding fright fans who don't care what's in their queues, before the streamer's AI cuts out the middleman, and pivots to putting together its own similarly subpar spookshows.

Review Score: 40