THE MONKEY (2025)

Studio:   Neon
Director: Osgood Perkins
Writer:   Osgood Perkins
Producer: James Wan, Brian Kavanaugh-Jones, Dave Caplan, Chris Ferguson
Stars:    Theo James, Tatiana Maslany, Christian Convery, Colin O’Brien, Elijah Wood, Rohan Campbell, Sarah Levy, Osgood Perkins, Adam Scott

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Summary:

A cursed monkey toy haunts the lives of twin brothers whose family members die in a harrowing series of gruesome accidents.


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No other adaptation has intentionally played a Stephen King story for laughs quite like “The Monkey” does. “Creepshow” (review here) comes close, though that anthology organically inherited some four-color cartoonishness from its EC Comics inspirations. “The Monkey” has a heavier hand of gallows humor in how it presents classic King carnage, often imitating an absurdist fantasy.

In calling “The Monkey” a “horror-comedy,” we still have to differentiate it from the scary movie spoofs and slapstick splatter that term commonly calls to mind. The film doesn’t feature any bug-eyed kooks or Austin Powers antics. It’s sly, not outrageously silly. “The Monkey” mainly uses its macabre sense of humor and creatively edited gags to dump impossibly gruesome goop onto Rube Goldberg domino lines that always end in gory, and occasionally goofy, deaths.

The first one comes only four minutes into the runtime. You know you’ve wandered into peculiar cinematic territory as soon as Adam Scott, sporting a bloodied airline pilot’s uniform that makes him look a little like Cap’n Crunch, struts into a pawn shop, which rivals Curious Goods for the amount of oddities adorning the shelves, following a credits sequence accompanied by a song from a 1979 Indian crime film. As should be expected of writer/director Osgood Perkins even at this earlyish stage of his career, this is a filmmaker who creates his own templates out of uneven pieces to give his movies unique textures, and “The Monkey” is no different than “Longlegs” (review here) in that regard.

An already weird intro gets weirder when Scott’s character, Captain Shelburn, plunks down a wind-up organ grinder monkey on the counter. He’s quick to insist it’s “not a toy,” although it is a terror capable of killing someone once it’s done drumming a little ditty. The pawn shop owner gets firsthand proof of this claim when a mischievous mouse chews on a rope, launching a medieval weapon into a vintage diving suit whose harpoon suddenly spears the man in his stomach. Not quite finished, the monkey bangs out one final beat, retracting the harpoon to pull the pawn shop owner’s entrails across the room with it.

In 1999, Captain Shelburn goes missing, leaving his twin sons Hal and Bill to find the monkey among belongings left with their mother Lois. During this first third of the film, young actor Christian Convery earns “The Monkey’s” unsung hero award for his dual role as Hal, the bespectacled nerd, and bullying brother Bill, who humiliates Hal every chance he gets. They’re polar opposites as personalities, and Convery pulls off each one so convincingly and so differently, it’s easy to forget the same person plays both parts.

Naturally, the boys are curious about the contraption, so it isn’t long before they wind the key and bodies begin piling up. However, it only takes three deaths in the family for Hal and Bill to conclude the monkey is cursed, so they toss it down a deep well with the hope it will never haunt them again.

It takes 25 years, but of course the monkey comes back. By then, Hal is not only estranged from Bill, but from his teenage son Petey, whom he avoids out of fear for accidentally inviting the curse to continue obliterating his bloodline. The monkey’s return starts a new string of “Final Destination”-like “freak accidents,” including a burning woman running headfirst into a wooden post that impales her skull, a lawnmower mutilation that rains brains on a beer-drinking neighbor, and a swimming pool electrocution that explodes a diver’s body. “The Monkey” cheerily and cheekily revels in this brand of B-movie schlock, though it always does so with hyper-stylized shocks.

If there’s any issue to be had with the movie’s horror-humor hybridization, it’s that the film can feel too slight, as though “The Monkey” could be credibly accused of being too flippant about comedic chaos. In addition to Adam Scott, Elijah Wood shows up as another notable name who only appears for a single scene. Osgood Perkins himself also pops in looking like an anachronistic Elvis as Hal and Bill’s swinger uncle, while Tatiana Maslany has such a relatively small amount of screen time, it’s curious for her to be billed so high. These quirky cameos can create an air of actors “having a laugh,” which some viewers might see as the movie dumbing itself down due to the lighter touches.

Anyone who’s not a good sport about “The Monkey’s” tone runs the risk of getting angry at clouds. I can just imagine some Stephen King obsessives losing their minds over how the movie winks at a particular novel by giving a character with a familiar name a far different fate than the one they receive canonically.

For those poorer sports, I’d merely remind them “The Monkey” is based on a short story, so it shouldn’t be wolfed down the same way as a grander King work such as “The Stand,” “The Shining,” or even “Pet Sematary” (review here). “The Monkey” would be better digested as a smaller, yet no less flavorful bite of menacing mirth fitted for a casual fright night on the couch, exactly like everyone involved designed it to be.

Review Score: 75