Here’s an unfortunate one that’s so bad it’s just plain bad. The makers of Ominous throw every ghost movie cliché they can think of at the screen and almost nothing sticks. We get doors that creak open by themselves, creepy dolls, lurking spectral presences, spooky voices, not to mention the grievously overdone “soaking wet girl with long black hair” imagery that us horror movie fans have had to suffer through a thousand times since THE RING, but the whole thing is so drawn-out and uninvolving that it has no impact.
I admit that I have a definite soft-spot towards retro throwback movies. Wet Hot American Summer, House of the Devil, Dazed and Confused – I love them all. But despite my acknowledged proclivity towards nostalgic films, I can fully confirm that Rabid Love is certifiably great. Continue reading Review: Rabid Love