
No wonder studios stopped screening horror movies for critics: modern horrors are visual cons intended for teens with disposable allowances, not critics who can see through the wafer-thin plot devices and petty manipulation. Strangely enough, though, The Uninvited was screened for critics, which means someone at Dreamworks didn’t get a memo or the studio actually believes in its film. Or a third choice: no one at Dreamworks even cares anymore.

A lot can be diagnosed about a movie by its first line. I’m reminded of Terrence Malick’s Badlands, in which Martin Sheen begins his descent into madness with this: “I’ll give you a dollar to eat that collie.” In Uninvited, two teens are making out. He sits up: “I love you … and I have a condom.” Nothing says “welcome to our movie” better than empty proclamations and safe sex.

Anna, modest and wholesome, cavorts around the lake with her sister Alex (Arielle Kebbel), whose wardrobes consist of bikinis for all occasions. Based on increasingly deranged dreams — dead bodies in plastic bags, twisted corpses with broken backs, catatonic, pale-faced children — Anna and Alex come to the conclusion that Rachael was responsible for their mother’s death. So Rachael, the bimbo, has to go.

Poor Anna. She’s the film’s scapegoat, and it all seems too cruel to young actress Emily Browning, the teen version of Angelina Jolie who gave an energetic performance in A Series of Unfortunate Events. Anna’s perception is shaped by her dreams, which is Uninvited’s most manipulative cheat. If dreams are absolute truths, then the movie shouldn’t be able to swap them in and out like socks. As we’re beaten over the head with these subjective plot-altering dreams, we’re distanced from the one character we’ve come to like in a film that’s not all that likeable.
Anna’s whole messy affair — none of which is very scary, I should add — ends with a twist that redefines everything that happens before it. I’m convinced these endings were designed to create repeat business for movies that most people will have regretted seeing once, nevermind twice.



