With a day off, I made the half-hour drive down to Virginia's hottest tourist attraction, Potomac Mills Mall, to shop for some much needed black dress shoes. On the way I, quite by accident, heard the death of WHFS (possibly more on that in another post) and then quickly found my shoes in the first store I walked into. With some extra time on my hands, I decided to take in a matinee of White Noise.
Judged as a horror movie, it gets pretty low marks. The scare factor, and even the creepy factor, are pretty much non-existent. I like the basic idea of the story; EVP is an interesting subject area and being told in film instead of a novel makes perfect sense. But, like Lady Litblitz said earlier, it has some severe plot problems. Mostly it seemed to want to be two movies at the same time. It had this urge to be poetic in ways it dealt with the loss of a loved one, but added in elements of ghostie badness that just didn't work for me. If the script stuck more solidly to one side or the other, it might have worked. As it was, it's a floundering storyline unsure about which way to go. If you've seen it, I gave up on the plot once the woman goes balcony diving. That said, I did like the cinematography. There are some pretty amazing camera shots with reflections, nice angles, and some unique use of lighting. This was put to particulary good use in the beginning to highlight the depression of Michael Keaton's character.
It reminds me a little of another movie, The Mothman Prophecies. Like White Noise, it starts with the death of a loved one and moves into a paranormal story that a good number of people believe to be true. Unfortunately Hollywood couldn't resists turning both of these into cookie-cooker projects (hmmm...it's been 18 minutes since someone died...time for a car crash). I did, however, like Mothman better. Perhaps because everything isn't tied with such a nice little bow, or maybe that it all supposedly happened right over in West Virginia. Someday I'll have to go Point Pleasant and see their statue in person.