THE WOMAN IN THE YARD (2025)

Studio:   Blumhouse/Universal
Director: Jaume Collet-Serra
Writer:   Sam Stefanak
Producer: Jason Blum, Stephanie Allain
Stars:    Danielle Deadwyler, Okwui Okpokwasili, Peyton Jackson, Estella Kahiha, Russell Hornsby

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Summary:

A grieving widow must protect her two children from the unknown threat of a spectral woman who mysteriously appears outside her family’s farmhouse.


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Survivor’s guilt is common, or more often treated as essential for the story, among movie characters who lost a loved one in a car accident they blame themselves for. Such is the case with Ramona Harris, who has her current use of crutches to serve as a painful reminder of the recent death of her devoted husband David. She also has his totaled vehicle in her driveway, which should have been towed to a body shop or junkyard, except those locations would make it much harder for the script to torture Ramona with a persistent visual symbol of her role in the wreck.

Preferring the city to the country, Ramona reluctantly resumes life in a remote farmhouse with her teenage son Taylor and young daughter Annie. Ramona’s chronic depression has made her disassociate from her children lately, though their three-person family still enjoys a contractually obligated moment of giggling when Taylor scrambles everyone’s eggs with nacho cheese Doritos as his secret ingredient.

While establishing what everyday life looks like for this trio in the wake of the head of the household’s tragic absence, “The Woman in the Yard” attempts to begin unsettling the audience through a series of loud, yet ordinary noises. Curtains are pulled back brusquely. An attic door bangs open. A blade is forcibly pulled from a knife block. These sharp sounds don’t occur during suspenseful sequences, but during early scenes when the camera takes us on a tour of the farmhouse while introducing the family. The movie hasn’t grown legs as a thriller yet, so exaggerated aural surprises are all that currently exists to build a background of uneasiness.

Once the land is laid, the titular terror inexplicably appears on it. Sitting in a chair outside on the lawn, and draped entirely in black, the “Woman” somehow seems menacing without making a move. Ramona approaches her with caution. Telling Ramona, “You called and I came,” the Woman’s cryptic words include vague threats against Taylor and Annie as well as an insinuation that this spectral phantom knows the hidden truth about the night David died. Blood on the Woman’s hands tells Ramona she murdered her chickens, prompting Ramona to hurry back inside to play a waiting game with her visitor, though she refuses to tell the children why they should fear her.

The lack of mythology surrounding this Woman significantly reduces her threat as a frightening figure in the audience’s eyes since we don’t know what makes her mysterious presence intriguing outside of obscure eeriness. It might not mesh with the film’s theme-driven texture without creatively reworking the fiction, but it would be one thing if there were, say, a local legend about a witch who eats the children of grieving widows or some similar curse in play. Here, an unidentified specter simply shows up sitting solemnly in the yard. A creepy image to be sure, but the dearth of context limits what we’re able to infer about the danger she potentially poses.

As the standoff between the family inside and the Woman outside slowly escalates, “The Woman in the Yard” shapes itself in Blumhouse’s typically lean style. With just five total actors confined to a single, although expansive, farmhouse location, the film bears the bones of a low-budget indie with the skin of a studio-backed production. Because it’s so streamlined as a narrative, and as a less labor-intensive project that doesn’t necessitate large crews or extensive CGI, “The Woman in the Yard” shakes out as a small-scope fable that would flow better as a half-hour episode of a TV anthology rather than as a drawn-out feature, even at only 80 minutes without credits.

Despite the brisk runtime, that’s still a long way to go to get to a metaphorical message whose headlights blind you with bright foreshadowing long before the unsurprising reveal of who the Woman really is and why she’s haunting Ramona. There’s depth to the relatable parallels about grief, guilt, and despair; less so with dimensionally dull characters who only have one motivation throughout the movie, leaving “The Woman in the Yard” to languish as a mostly muted spooker that’s heavy on dour drama, yet light on lasting chills.

Review Score: 50