"What is a ghost? An emotion, a terrible moment condemned to repeat
itself over and over? An instant of pain perhaps? Something dead which
appears at times alive. A sentiment suspended in time... like a blurry
photograph... like an insect trapped in amber.”
I didn’t know much about this picture
before slapping it in my DVD player. I knew it had been compared to "The
Others" and that Guillermo Del Toro (a director that I’m loving more and
more after each film) had directed it. That’s pretty much it. Once the
end credits rolled, I was dead silent, letting it all soak in. I even told
the "chick of the week" lying next to me to stop playing with my zipper
until the credits were done and the screen had turned pitch black.
Yes…I was moved.
"The Devil’s Backbone" reached deep
inside my wretched heart and firmly clenched it for two hours. In
intelligent genre fashion, the flick uses horror elements to comment and
reinforce the horror to which we can all relate: human horror. Not only does the
movie use its little world (the orphanage) to address the impact of war,
but all of the characters also have their own personal sad tale to
communicate. It really helped
that the main players are beyond well developed with even the
“baddies”, who are initially portrayed as the bully (Jaime,
brilliantly played by Inigo Garces) and the heavy (Edwardo Noriega owning
the screen as Jacinto) eventually showcasing different facets to their
personality. In the process, they give us reasons (not excuses) for their
behavior and more insight into their own pain. Three dimensional
characters are always so much more endearing than cut and dry ones.
On the supernatural tip, the film does sport
ghostly apparitions, but they’re not the more prominent element here,
they’re more like the cherry on top. The people and the situations
definitely come first. But the film gave me enough mystery and spiritual
shenanigans to please my horror loving soul. One big plus is that the
ghost in question has a very peculiar look to him that I won’t give away
here. Needless to say, it was a very unique and powerful image. But to be
honest, I was way more absorbed by the human drama that was going down than
the otherworldly happenings.
On a narrative standpoint, the movie
never stopped surprising me by constantly going against well known horror
plot conventions and venturing into untapped territory. It was very
refreshing to sit through a horror movie that I couldn’t second guess
every step of the way. Add to that, a slew of subtle foreboding elements
that wind up echoing what takes place further down the road, a poetic aura
that I really delved into (loved how “music” was used here), brutally
sadness stricken scenes that will pull at your heartstrings, a massive
amount of odd elements that reinforce the “off” vibe of the situation
(those fetus’ in jars and that damn bomb….brrr) and you get an
original film that does have some familiar elements to it but that makes
them feel fresh with its heartfelt and left field approach.
Do I have anything negative
to say about the picture? Not really. The pace is evenly slow and I can
see how less patient viewers might be annoyed by that. It didn’t
bother me one bit. The only thing that rubbed me the wrong way was seeing
some chick attempting to put out 12 gasoline canisters that are on
fire with a shirt (should’ve run out of there girl, it ain't gonna
happen) but that’s a tiny pet peeve. Overall, this film was a rewarding
experience on so many levels. It had lots of heart, drama, mystery,
originality, scares and a dread-filled atmosphere that Del Toro sure knows
how to milk through his astounding visuals. For those of you who say:
“Where have all the intelligent and mature horror films gone?” I
respond: “Did you check in The Devil’s Backbone’s backyard? No? You should…