Director: Adam Robitel
Starring: Jill Larson, Anne Ramsay, Michelle Ang
It’s time to dust off the old word processor and get down on a review or two. Between recovering from an action packed October and mourning over another Halloween gone by, I actually managed to watch some horror flicks.
One of those films was The Taking of Deborah Logan.
It’s a found footage film.
Still with me? Good. As far as found footage films go, this one wasn’t the typical awful piece of garbage you’re probably used to. For me there was definitely a creep factor that most other found footage films don’t get close to.
The film begins as a medical documentary (OK, so technically that makes it NOT a “found footage film,” but it’s still on the same shelf in our proverbial video store, OK?) covering Deborah Logan’s battle with Alzheimer’s disease and her daughter, Sarah’s equally difficult battle with acting as her caregiver. It quickly becomes obvious that Alzheimer’s may not be the only thing plaguing Deborah. Strange happenings and captured video evidence help move the film from medical documentary to a possession documentary. While this isn’t entirely a “fresh” concept, this film takes it in an interesting direction by making the entity in question the spirit of a real person as opposed to the tried and true non-human, demonic force. The backstory of said “real person” is terrifying in and of itself, and believable enough that I had to Google the premise just to see if it was based on a true story. It isn’t, but the backstory is strikingly similar to the tale of Cropsey, a creepy documentary in its own right, and it really IS a true story. One notable part of the film that I adored was when one of the documentary crew basically says “Fuck you guys, there’s some crazy shit going on and I’m out” and attempts to leave. In true paranormal-research-movie fashion the rest of the crew tries to get him to stay and downplays the occurrences. At this point in most other movies with the same plot the guy would reluctantly stay and probably die later in the movie. Our chap doesn’t. He gives everyone the finger and peels out in his sexy 1991 Chevy Astro mini-van, which is EXACTLY WHAT ANY NORMAL FUCKING PERSON WOULD DO! I LOVE IT! Anyway, the film’s climax is fairly nerve wracking and I’ll admit, left me breathing a little quicker than usual.
Nope, not even a little bit…
I think I liked this one as much as I did because it actually played on some genuine fears of mine. As I’ve mentioned many times before, possession is one of those things that gets to me. However, the topic has been so overdone over the last 10 years that I thought I was getting pretty acclimated to it. I was wrong. The Taking of Deborah Logan put a fresh spin on it and I respect that. And the acting was really solid too, for a found footage film.
Also, the movie has snakes in it. Fuck you whoever made that production decision.
When the dust settles, The Taking of Deborah Logan is one of those instant Netflix gems that’s worth a watch. There are worse ways to spend a quiet evening.