I was in Sydney over the weekend for an English study day, and on Saturday night the teacher we were with suggested a trip to the movies. A quick consultation of the paper and vote decided that we would be going to see The Woman In Black. I had wanted to see the movie since I heard of it’s existence, because, hello, Daniel Radcliffe. I was interested to see how he’d go playing someone other than Harry Potter, and I’d also heard good things about the movie, so I was as eager as anyone as we headed to the theatre.
Before I continue you should know two things about me:
If you’ve seen The Woman In Black, you would know that those two factors would equate to a not very enjoyable movie experience for me.
I had read reviews before I went, and I knew it would be scary, but as far as I could tell, it was nothing overly terrible.
I was jumping within a few minutes of the opening, and within half an hour I had my first out-loud scream (there were to be two more before the film ended).
The movie basically told the story of a widower, Arthur Kipps, who is sent by his law firm to a creepy estate to sort out some paper work. The people in the town act bizarrely towards him, but that doesn’t stop Arthur from continuing to investigate the mystery. Out at the abandoned estate, he continues to see a creepy figure of a woman dressed in black, and then experiencing horrible situations. Still, in true scary movie fashion, he keeps investigating, even after the children in the town keep dying horrific deaths.
Everything is resolved by the end of the film, but of course, just when you think you’re going to get a happily ever after, BAM, the movie makers have to leave you with a terrible situation and you leave the cinema deeply upset.
Daniel Radcliffe did his best, but to me he will always be Harry Potter. To try and diffuse some of the tension, we would whisper spells and make Harry Potter references that could have made everything a lot easier, and maybe if he’d had magic the film would have been a more enjoyable experience.
I tried to like the film, I really did. And maybe it’s just the two factors I mentioned at the beginning that prevented me from walking away and not regretting going, but the fact of the matter is, I just didn’t enjoy it at all. Discussing the film with the group after it finished, we couldn’t quite put our finger on what the point of it all was. Especially after the ending, it felt like we’d all wasted two hours of our life and come away with nothing but nightmares to show for it. The film…went nowhere, and maybe that was it’s point, but I prefer movies with laughs and happily ever afters to those where you are left with the world as a horribly creepy place.
I wouldn’t recommend going unless you really want to experience it for yourself, but it’s really just an upsetting film. Even the “jump scares” would be easy enough to forget and get over if it wasn’t for the continuous child deaths, child ghosts, and *that* ending. It was almost traumatising, and unless you’re cool with that kind of thing, save your money.
frangipani princess xoxo