Insidious: The Last Key !! movie review !! Box Ofiice !! Trailer
2018 has got off to a fine start, hasn’t it? Not a week has passed and already, two world leaders have threatened nuclear war on Twitter, everyone’s Aadhaar details are being sold online for the price of a pizza, and like clockwork, a terrible horror movie has come and parked itself at the cinema.
But it’s January, and the arrival of Insidious: The Last Key shouldn’t come as a surprise. By now we should be accustomed to this ritual abuse that we’re made suffer at the beginning of every year, when movie studios don’t know what to do with stuff they impulsively bought and then promptly forgot on the shelf.
Insidious: Review of the Last Key Movie: Like the worst horror films, chances are, it will play extremely well with an enthusiastic crowd – but this is definitely the worst of the series In the Clandestine: The last key, Alice, with her past monsters and her sidekicks, tuck and glasses, still have to highlight the best things about this series – she starts working
The phone rings and Elise jumps, because how could even the slightest sound in movies such as this not be played for scares. No sooner has the man on the line whispered the words ‘New’ and ‘Mexico’, Elise slams the phone down. No one told her this, but Elise’s sixth sense kicked into sixth gear and informed her that this haunting is happening in the same house that she grew up in. She calls it a ‘house’ and not a ‘home’ because it was in that creaky old building that she was tortured by monsters – both real and metaphysical.
So this year it’s the turn of a franchise that has been good for exactly an hour across four movies. James Wan’s original film was a creepy little movie, with an exciting premise, but little ambition to do much with it. For its fourth go-around, series’ writer Leigh Whannell (Wan has long since dove into Atlantis), crafted an origin story of sorts. Elise Ranier, the demonologist plagued with visions of a ghostly realm she likes to call The Further, is called upon for help by a man living in an old house in New Mexico.
To be fair, the insidious was never as normal as usual, just as it is now. Think about it – its main protagonist is an elderly woman, its mythology develops imaginatively, and is a surprisingly designed place ahead. There is – or, more accurate, there was – potential here
But as we’ve seen with the Conjuring and Saw franchises – both originated by James Wan – the directors who’ve taken over are more than satisfied pandering to their audience. So they pile on the jump scares and ominous ambient music, they assemble a line of young children perfect for a possession, and for somewhere between 90 and 100 minutes, they pound you over and over and over with shadowy figures running across screens, with ghoulish faces popping up from behind locked doors, and with idiotic young women tiptoeing into empty basements.
This movie might not be as mind-numbingly bad as it could so easily have been – and like even the worst horror movies, chances are that it’ll play infinitely better with an enthusiastic crowd – but it’s definitely the worst of the lot. You can only hope that the title proves prophetic.