James Wan has nothing to prove when it comes to horror, having successfully created three franchises with quite different tones but huge popularity. Of course most of those franchises have been beaten into the dust by endless sequels but there is lots to like about the originals that Wan directed. And so to Malignant, a new horror vision from Wan, and what subgenre is he chasing? Haunted house? Supernatural visions of a slasher? Or just an out and out gonzo…
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A strange, low stakes movie which bubbles along with jolly bonhomie whilst the elephant in the room (Florence's singing voice) gets showcased to laughing at hilarity. Like Hugh Grant's husband, the film tries to have its cake and eat it, laughing at Florence whilst also sharing her passion for music. It also manages pathos with hints of a less than happy past. It does all crumble to dust in the final reel, though…
Sheer cinematic perfection, I am not sure I have seen the full flush of romance depicted quite this well: the nervousness of entry, that joy and edge of being in the partnership, and the stomach-churning horror of a break-up. Its all here and its all shot and dressed up it a swoonsome package. And the ending surprised me (and was well earned and made me cry).