Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
Time Out says
The YA favorite becomes an unusually thoughtful (if not quite terrifying) entry in today's wave of kid-centric retro horror.
Review by Joshua Rothkopf
The most thrilling idea—thrilling in a good way—of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark comes in its first few minutes, when we’re introduced to Stella (Zoe Colletti), an introverted 1968 Pennsylvania teen who’s obsessed with horror: watching it, reading it, even conceiving it. (She’s got a typewriter and a love of Night of the Living Dead to prove it.) The notion that horror could be a conduit for creativity and healthy individuation is the same one that attended the release of Alvin Schwartz’s darkly clever ’80s and ’90s children’s books of illustrated short stories, on which the film is based. At the time, Schwartz was attacked by cultural watchdogs, but he’s no doubt having a raspy posthumous chuckle at the long shadow of his influence.
Drawn from several of his tales, this decent-ish movie adaptation, about a gang of kids chasing down small-town terrors that are both supernatural and varsity-jacket clad, hews closely to our cultural moment of Stranger Things and It. Still, the film emits its own frequency, one that might be especially audible to thoughtful young viewers. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark has the fingerprints of The Shape of Water’s Guillermo del Toro all over it (he cowrote the script and produced), from his celebrated penchant for expressive creature design, to some strenuous political signposting—that’s a lot of Nixon and Vietnam War footage on those TVs, buddy.
Yet there’s a sincere fondness for the power of imagination, one that makes the film more than a nostalgia-delivery device. If only it were scarier. Two scenes have a genuine ick factor—a zit explodes and a swarm of spiders come out; elsewhere, a severed toe is found too late in a bowl of hearty soup. But what’s left is often filmed in a dim, bluish darkness that ages the fear into something cobwebby and dull. “Stories heal, stories hurt,” we hear in voiceover, and while any horror film would unavoidably literalize such a claim, this one can’t hold a candle to the power of the page, as read by a thirty, ghoulish mind.
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