Part of the credit here belongs to cinematographer Dan Laustsen and production designer Thomas E. Thomas’ attic workshop is like Gepetto’s, filled with vintage toys, detailed with eccentric marginalia, making a textural richness veiled by sinister foreboding. Her hard gaze and menacing walk exhibit the right amount of menace, but her character is too transparent and pastiche to really serve her well – she’s much better in Liv Ullman’s recent Miss Julie, which is also set in the Victorian era.Īs Crimson Peak charges forward del Toro playfully inserts fairy tale connotations such as Edith making some ghastly discoveries in the basement that hint at Bluebeard and his many ill-met brides.
Both seductive and menacing, he’s a poignant figure who possesses a feral and fluid sensuality, playing on the oneiric quality he first perfected in Jarmusch’s superior but similarly nocturnal film.Ĭhastain is, as ever, inspired as Lady Lucille, relishing in the dark nature of the role. Hiddleston’s Thomas is a pale, dark-haired hex. They certainly have a chemistry, though elements of their romance feels forced, and Edith, it must be said, is much too modern for the time period.
No doubt del Toro diehards will be forgiving, much of his signature flourishes are all on display: magical realist detours, frequently quixotic imagery – a moth motif is lavish and memorable – sudden outbursts of gore and orgiastic bloodshed.įans of Jim Jarmusch’s moody and atmospheric modern day vampire miracle from 2013, Only Lovers Left Alive, will be pleased to see Wasikowska and Hiddleston reunited here, and this time – pardon the pun – neither are at one another’s throats. At its worst, which is sadly quite frequently, it’s a predictable, cliché-addled derivative of Daphne du Maurier mimesis.Īnd it’s too bad, considering the imposing spooky mansion, the charismatic cast, stunning production design, and so visionary a director. At its best, the film functions as a Hitchcockian haunted house movie with a palpable air of mystery, intrigue, elegant set pieces and offers up exquisite period details. “My child, when the time comes beware of Crimson Peak!” was a cryptic message Edith heard as a little girl, from her mother’s ghost, and when she learns that this is a nickname for Allerdale Hall – where the grounds redden like blood due to rich clay deposits – well, she’s in quite the quagmire, now isn’t she? The mansion is preyed upon by restless spirits, and slowly Edith begins to understand why.ĭel Toro’s ninth feature, Crimson Peak suffers from an overly protracted storyline and an utter lack of genuine scares, repulsive violence notwithstanding. That Edith’s beloved papa, Carter Cushing (Jim Beaver, excellent), died so suddenly, and shockingly, should have raised alarm bells for Edith, but her heart was in twain, after all, Thomas is a bit of a dreamboat.
Joining them at Allerdale Hall in third wheel Lady Lucille Sharpe (Jessica Chastain), Thomas’ sister, forever pushing tea down Edith’s throat and scheming something. Working from a screenplay co-written with Matthew Robbins, whom del Toro previously worked with in 1997 on Mimic, Crimson Peak is set at the turn of the last century where burgeoning writer Edith, formerly of Buffalo, New York, is uprooted to England, having found love and marriage in the arms of the ambitious aristocrat Sir Thomas Sharpe (Tom Hiddleston).Įdith’s new home is, in classic ghost story fashion, Allerdale Hall: a derelict Gothic castle – is there any other kind? – where numerous and many supernatural phenomena occur, and a troubling source doom and gloom ceaselessly manifests.Įdith, our isolated and imperiled protagonist, whose father recently met a suspicious and brutal death, now finds herself in a strange land, with collusion and delusion at every turn. The disparate elements sag into Poe-like platitudes of eloquent looking but empty feeling melodrama.
Edith is the imperiled ingenue in Guadalajara, Mexico fabulist Guillermo del Toro’s (The Devil’s Backbone, Pan’s Labyrinth) latest creepfest, the old line Gothic horror film Crimson Peak.Īs an entry in the Victorian-period ghost story canon, Crimson Peak strives for the time-honored and sumptuous sadism of Mario Bava – especially with all the sea green and blood red hues that occupy the picture – del Toro does visual justice to the cobwebbed candelabras and blood-flecked vaults and terraces emblazoned on the screen, but the overall effect is meager, he mostly just taps a thinning vein of gothic clichés. “Ghosts are real, this much I know,” admonishes our narrator, the American heiress and wannabe author Edith Cushing, played with punch by Mia Wasikowska (Stoker, Maps to the Stars).
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