THE AMITYVILLE HAUNTING (2011)

Holy shit.

What's that expression? Something about putting a bunch of monkeys and typewriters into a locked room and eventually they'll write Shakespeare?

Sixty-five films in, the monkeys over at mini distributor The Asylum are still hurling turds.

The Amityville Haunting portrays, found-footagely, the Benson family moving into 112 Ocean Avenue. There's Doug (the angry Marine father), Virginia (professional wife and mother), Lori (the generic bitchy teen daughter who spends the entire movie texting), Tyler (the shaggy-haired middle child/our cameraman), and Melanie (the generic youngest daughter who communicates with the ghosts while simultaneously doing nothing to dispel the stereotype of the shitty child actor). They move in, last five days, test your patience, and then die. (Spoiler.)

For those of you who don't know about The Asylum, they are an ultra low-budget production and distribution house that primarily support the horror genre. They've been in the business for over ten years, and in that time, they've developed a reputation for producing "mockbusters," which are rip-offs of more popular—and generally better—mainstream films. And when I say rip-off, I don't mean that Apollo 18 is a rip-off of Paranormal Activity. I mean that in the same year Sony released Battle: Los Angeles and The Da Vinci Code, The Asylum released Battle IN Los Angeles and The Da Vinci Treasure. When Marvel Films released Thor, suddenly Almighty Thor existed.

The Asylum even produced a movie with this log line:  

A race of alien robots has conquered the Earth and forced humanity underground. After three hundred years of domination, a small group of humans develop a plan to defeat the mechanical invaders in the ultimate battle between man and machine. 

It is so very shamelessly called Transmorphers.

There are numerous other examples, but I believe you get the point. The Asylum have built a business from these "mockbusters," which began once they claimed to have grown disillusioned by Hollywood going creatively bankrupt and remaking every IP under the sun they either owned or licensed. While I can't say I disagree with that assessment, I will say one thing: creatively bankrupt remakes and reboots aside, those studios at least had legal ownership to make those movies in the first place. The Asylum, obviously, do not, which is why they've been sued a couple times but also not nearly enough. 

The Amityville Haunting was announced not too long after another, more legitimate project was announced called The Amityville Horror: The Lost Tapes. What was supposed to serve as a quasi-sequel to the 2005 Ryan Reynolds-starring Amityville Horror remake was put into turnaround soon after its initial announcement, I believe due to the then-financial woes of MGM. The Asylum snapped up this concept and shot their own version...and from the looks of things, in a single battery charge. Aping what was obviously going to be the concept, we have The Amityville Horror meets Paranormal Activity.

While it suffers from the same ailments that plague most low budget horror films (terrible acting, a terrible script, terrible pacing, and a rudimentary attempt to jazz up the execution in hopes to cover the bad odor of those three previous terrible things), I freely admit that I became genuinely freaked during the movie for reasons I'll get into later. No bullshit—that happened.

As previously mentioned, your host is unfortunately a very precocious child named Tyler. His camera-handling skills are about as adept as a dead man's ability to jazzercise. Numerous times during the film he defends his decision to film everything with the excuse, "It's for my documentary," with nary an explanation as to what his stupid fucking documentary could possibly be about besides the inside of his new house. He also says "I hate it when no one believes me!" at least three times to himself while padding around his stupid house in his stupid socks. Over the course of five days, he never changes his clothes. Not a single time.

"I'm gonna mumble about ghosts for thirty minutes while
someone plays video games loudly in the background and my
mother makes dinner. Then I'm gonna put this on Youtube and
people are gonna care for some reason and turn me into a millionaire."

When the Benson family first tours the Amityville house and decide to buy it, the realtor goes outside and is immediately killed. Man, I knew the current real estate market was hurting, but I didn't think it was full-on murder!

Click me!

Tyler tells us the realtor has died of an "anerism," but still, "it's really weird!" Later, he overhears a conversation between the parents about the house's history—namely the 1974 DeFeo murders that started this whole mess in the first place—and decides the house must be haunted. While tempting to commend the filmmakers for setting this film outside of the Amityville universe we all know and loathe, meaning the eight films, and having it be "the real house" in which the DeFeo murders took place, you'll soon realize that a legal loophole allowed them to make this movie since it's based on an historical event (and hence, not trademarked) without having their asses sued off by franchise-owner MGM. I should also mention that the house where the movie takes place is clearly nowhere near the same shape, size, or in the same location as the “real” Amityville house.

The Amityville Haunting goes to great lengths to establish that much horror has occurred at 112 Ocean Avenue, first in the form of a nervous realtor and later a suspicious detective who later shows up and really wants to know why the hell the family would choose to live in such a terrible house. Despite this, when Tyler asks three moving men in the beginning of the film about the "Amityville house" and its legend, the three men laugh, never having heard of such a thing. The black mover even makes a joke about black people dying first in horror movies. One of the other movers responds, "You better watch out, then!" even though the black guy just made the same goddamn joke.

The Amityville Haunting desperately tries to ape the Paranormal Activity formula while failing miserably. Paranormal Activity features escalating levels of creep and leads to a final-act death of a lead character. It's a subtle film that takes its time, and effectively so. The Amityville Haunting, however, kills six people within the first fifteen minutes (one of whom is enigmatically named Reddit), and yet you still manage to stop caring about anything happening in the film almost immediately. 

Many of the events are excruciatingly dull, and those that aren't manage to be interesting only because of the pedestrian manner in which they are executed. At no point do the ghosts look like actual ghosts, but rather bored actors in thrift store suits with a splash of blood across their faces. The one ghost that Melanie interacts with the entire movie, whose name alternates between John Matthews and John Matthew, is just some random kid who sits on the floor, or at the table, and wears very modern clothes. No blood—not even white powder slapped across his face to make him appear the least bit unnatural. He's just...some kid.

Realtor, this is one of my annoying children.

And that's my other annoying child, but in boy form.

Based on how the characters interact, I can only assume a very loose script was used, allowing actors to bounce dialogue off each other and improvise in the moment—and by this I mean they randomly speak over each other's lines so most of the dialogue never sounds genuine.

For instance:

Mother: (pointing out son who is filming) Don't mind him, he thinks he's the next Steven Spielberg. He films everything.

Realtor: Oh, don't we all?

My personal favorite exchange comes during the second act when the father discovers his teen daughter, Lori, has been sneaking out late at night to see a boy from the neighborhood. Sitting at the table with a police officer, this masterful wordplay ensues:

Father: My daughter has been sneaking out with...this kid.

Cop: I bet it was that kid!

- "It was that kid, right?"
- "It was that kid!"
- "That fucking kid!"
- "That...fucking...kid."

At one point, Tyler has Melanie ask the ghost what it wants. The ghost then tells Melanie, who tells her brother, "he wants you, Mommy, and Daddy to leave, and he wants me to stay here forever." Quite a burn for Lori, who is apparently destined for neither leaving the house, nor staying. Have you ever tried being nowhere? It's really hard.

As you can imagine, the scary events in the house escalate, leading to a terrifying conclusion. Now see, I said "you can imagine" because you'd have to, as that doesn't actually happen here. Things remain painfully dull up until the last second, in which each family member is murdered in completely unimaginative (and off-screen) ways.

The movie ends with close-ups of "coroner's investigation reports" for each family member killed. An official cause of death for one of the family members reads: heart and lung “separtion."

Foolishly, I really wanted to give The Asylum the benefit of the doubt. First of all, at the end of the day, they manage to make movies. That's something most of us wish we could do, and for those of us that have, we know it's not a terribly easy thing to accomplish. Not to mention that The Asylum's usual budgets are never that big, which doesn't make things easier for them. Regardless, they sometimes manage to attract people worth a damn (Lance Henriksen, for instance). I was hoping that the ability for them to spend even less on a movie by making a found footage flick would, in turn, allow them to focus more on the script and telling a good story. Sadly, I was wrong. Not only is the movie incompetently made in almost every general sense, I am really starting to feel like we’re all being had. I feel contempt from these filmmakers. I feel like they are laughing at us all in some Andy Kauffman-esque way. Why won’t they try? Why won’t they attempt to make something that’s good? Just by odds alone, that should have happened by now.

Oh, right. The thing I mentioned earlier that completely freaked me out? During the movie, I went into the other room and one of my flameless LED candles had turned on by itself!

How did it DO that??

Terrible.