Movie Notes: You Can't Get Away from 'The Babadook' (2014)
A rumbling sound then three sharp knocks. Ba BA-ba DOOK! DOOK! DOOK!
"The Babadook" speaks in whispers about screaming fears. Here is a horror film that understands the most terrifying monsters aren't the ones that leap from shadows, but those that nest in the dark corners of our minds, feeding on grief and maternal anxiety.
The story follows Amelia (Essie Davis), a widow whose husband's death has left her alone to raise their troubled son Samuel (Noah Wiseman). When a mysterious pop-up book appears on Samuel's shelf – a grimoire of sorts featuring the sinister Mr. Babadook – it becomes clear that this is no ordinary bedtime story. The book's promise is simple and devastating: once you let the Babadook in, you'll wish for death before he's done with you.
What elevates this film above the carnival-ride mechanics of lesser horror movies is its psychological depth. Director Jennifer Kent has crafted something rare: a horror film that doesn't need to shout to be heard. Instead, it orchestrates a symphony of unease through masterful sound design, chiaroscuro lighting, and performances that vibrate with suppressed emotion.
The genius lies in how the film layers its terrors. Like the pop-up book at its center, "The Babadook" unfolds in dimensions both literal and metaphorical. Samuel's increasingly erratic behavior and Amelia's fraying sanity dance together in a pas de deux of domestic horror, while the titular entity lurks in the margins, as much a manifestation of grief as a supernatural presence.
This is horror cinema operating at its highest frequency – the kind that doesn't just startle but burrows under your skin and takes up residence there. It offers multiple readings: as a straightforward monster movie, as an allegory of parental grief, as a study of psychological dissolution. But regardless of how you interpret its dark fable, "The Babadook" accomplishes what the finest horror films do: it makes the metaphysical manifest through the personal.
What we're really witnessing here is a meditation on grief - raw, unsparing, and achingly human. The story peels back the veneer of domestic tranquility to reveal how sorrow, when left to fester in the shadows, can transform a home's warmth into something altogether more sinister. Like a cancer spreading through otherwise healthy tissue, unchecked mourning corrupts the very foundations of familial love. It's a tale that reminds us how thin the line can be between embracing memories and being consumed by them, between a house that shelters and one that haunts.
Grief hangs like a shadow over Amelia, who lost her husband on the very day her son Samuel entered the world. The cruel irony - that he died rushing her to the hospital to give birth - has left an unspoken wound that festers beneath her maternal duties. We see this pain surface in flashes throughout the film, most strikingly in a scene where her repressed anguish manifests physically as her hands close around Samuel's throat. It's a moment that crystallizes her internal struggle: this child, whose birth is forever entwined with her loss, represents both her greatest love and deepest sorrow.
In "The Babadook," grief wears a top hat and speaks in guttural whispers. The film's central revelation – that this shadowy tormentor embodies the spirit of our protagonist's deceased husband – isn't merely clever plotting. It's a masterstroke of psychological horror that cuts to the marrow of human loss.
What we witness is the slow-motion collapse of a family unit: a mother drowning in single parenthood, a son whose love borders on suffocation, and the ghost of absence that haunts their every interaction. Samuel, the boy, doesn't just miss his father; he guards his mother with the desperate intensity of someone who's already lost half his world.
Their shared pain festers like an untreated wound, transforming everyday moments into battlegrounds of barely contained anguish. Director Jennifer Kent understands that true horror isn't about what lurks in the shadows, but what lurks within us when shadows are all we have left.
In an era where horror films often mistake volume for terror and gore for substance, "The Babadook" speaks in whispers that echo in your bones. It's a remarkable achievement that deserves four stars out of five, placing it firmly among the most thoughtful and affecting films of its genre.
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This movie is available on available on Amazon - The Babadook (Special Edition) [Deluxe Packaging] [Blu-ray] and you can also watch it on iTunes - The Babadook - Jennifer Kent
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