Studio: Miramax
Director: James DeMonaco
Writer: James DeMonaco, Adam Cantor
Producer: Sebastien K. Lemercier, Bill Block
Stars: Pete Davidson, John Glover, Bruce Altman, Mary Beth Peil, Jessica Hecht, Victor Williams, Mugga, Adam Cantor
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Summary:
A troubled street artist uncovers a shocking conspiracy while working in a retirement home with peculiar residents.
Review:
There comes a time in many “Saturday Night Live” cast members’ comedic careers when they diverge into drama, sometimes taking roles that lead to awards-show invitations. Dan Aykroyd traded his slime-soaked Ghostbusters uniform to help drive Miss Daisy, then earned himself an Oscar nomination for the switch. Bill Murray went from parodying lounge singers and golf course groundskeepers to playing historical figures like FDR, and got his own Oscar nod for “Lost in Translation.” Even Adam Sandler took time out from stand-up, novelty songs, and “Happy Gilmore” sequels to appear in critical darling “Uncut Gems.” Every now and again, I wonder what Chris Farley’s filmography might look like if he had lived long enough to press Pause on manic Matt Foley antics to get serious with an awards-bait role like a recovering alcoholic struggling to reunite with his dying daughter or something.
The jump from goofing around on SNL to more mainstream stardom didn’t take long for Pete Davidson. In the year immediately after he officially left Lorne Michaels’s venerable NBC staple, Davidson appeared in major Hollywood blockbusters including “Guardians of the Galaxy volume 3,” “Fast X,” and “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.” Of course, he wasn’t playing parts designed to attract the attention of Academy voters. But Davidson was starting to edge away from totally typecast roles as underachieving stoners and dimwitted doofuses.
A horror/thriller rather than an arthouse indie, “The Home” isn’t going to put Pete Davidson on the path toward taking home a gold statue. The first time we see his character, Max, he’s waking up on a couch in a dingy apartment with a big bong and a lava lamp on nearby tables. The next time we see Max, he’s getting arrested for street graffiti. So far, Max is what you’d expect from an extension of Davidson’s onscreen persona. However, Max is also a former foster child haunted by the memory of his older brother’s death, so there’s more to the man than recreational drugs and regularly running into trouble with cops.
Forced to perform community service, Max gets a gig as an onsite custodian at Green Meadows Retirement Home. Reminding you once more that “The Home” is a horror movie, this naturally means the facility is populated with peculiar people and nefarious activities taking place behind closed doors.
“The Home” is directed and co-written by James DeMonaco, best known as the founder of “The Purge” franchise. Looking back, it’s remarkable how prescient DeMonaco was with his first Purge feature in 2013. At the time, the most unbelievable aspect of the movie was the premise that the American government would ever legalize bloodshed on a national scale. Now, the only unbelievable thing about the idea is that it hasn’t happened already. In contemporary America, awful actions occur out in the open, which may be more frightening than evil acts occurring in secret. So in a way, it’s weird to see DeMonaco scale back scope for a self-contained story about a clandestine conspiracy whose continued operation hinges on how much one man’s meddling might expose.
If “The Home” were to be graded on its first third alone, it would earn a bored thumbs down. The movie’s leisurely start challenges waning attention spans to stick with a slow setup, all while every element introduced appears to be a seed for a predictable plot beat inevitably sprouting up down the line.
The first thing Max learns upon arrival at Green Meadows is that the fourth floor is strictly off limits, never mind how many shrieking howls he hears coming from upstairs. His first day also includes walking in on a white-haired couple having sex while wearing masks like they’re hairless furries from “The Shining.” Co-workers overseen by a suspicious doctor treat Max condescendingly. It’s not 24/7 weirdness, however. Max manages to make friends with a kindly old woman by commiserating over the unfortunate deaths of his brother and her son.
How long will viewers have to sit still before Max breaks the rules by sneaking into the restricted era? Will the horrors he discovers there include the mad doctor performing grotesque experiments on unwitting residents? When will the one seemingly good-hearted person try to warn Max about the truth only to end up dead? Is it too late to turn off “The Home” and watch something more original instead?
Fortunately for the film, creative works are graded as an entire experience, and “The Home’s” bonkers back half has an easier time winning back lost points from anyone still paying attention. The story’s direction follows a mostly familiar road overall, though it’s the big-swing swerves into visceral shocks like sudden deaths and flinch-triggering eye trauma where the movie really makes its hay. “The Home” has the outward appearance of being slow-burn suspense made with some money and a couple of recognizable faces, but its essential organs are grown out of grindhouse gruesomeness and B-movie battiness.
It's almost, although not quite, two different tales stitched together as one. The first part is an endurance test to see how many yawns you can stifle while your open mouth inhales cliché after cliché. Then the second half hits a higher gear where dementedness dominates nearly everything onscreen. Performances become more animated. Sillier stylings turn sinister. And the horror dares the MPA evaluator to ask, “does this still fall within the bounds of an R rating?” To be sure, “The Home” tries its audience’s patience at the outset, but the film eventually rewards those willing to wait it out with several wicked sights and surprises.
Review Score: 65
“The Home” has the appearance of a slow-burn snore, but its essential organs are grown out of grindhouse gruesomeness and B-movie battiness.