Night Swim fails to make a splash in the horror genre, sinking beneath the weight of its own ambitions. Director Bryce McGuire’s debut feature struggles to maintain momentum, ultimately drowning in a sea of clichés and narrative inconsistencies.
The film’s premise, though initially intriguing, quickly loses its grip, failing to deliver on its promise of supernatural terror. What begins as a potentially compelling exploration of family dynamics and sinister forces lurking in suburbia devolves into a muddled mess of predictable scares and convoluted mythology.
One of the film’s major shortcomings lies in its inability to fully explore its central concept. Despite hints of a chilling backstory involving sacrifices and demonic entities, Night Swim never delves deep enough to provide a satisfying payoff. Instead, it treads water, recycling tired tropes without adding meaningful depth.
While the performances by Wyatt Russell and Kerry Condon are serviceable, their characters feel underdeveloped and fail to engage the audience beyond serving as vessels for jump scares.
The pacing suffers from a lack of tension, with scenes dragging on without purpose, leaving viewers feeling adrift rather than immersed in the narrative.
Even the technical aspects of the film fall short. While the underwater sequences are competently shot, they lack the immersive quality needed to captivate audiences.
The Prognosis:
Night Swim proves to be a forgettable addition to the horror genre. Despite moments of genuine tension, it ultimately fails to leave a lasting impression, leaving viewers longing for a more engaging and coherent experience.
Having launched the first Paranormal Activity feature back in 2009, the production house built by Jason Blum hit its stride through the 2010’s with Insidious; Sinister; Get Out; Happy Death Day and a whole heap of genre features that tapped into the modern cinema-going audience. With a blend of old school horror fused with trendsetting twists on classics, Blumhouse made a significant mark. We’re now 15 years on and the machine that was churning out feature upon feature for the next generation in horror cinephiles to lap up and it would appear that the cogs are starting to rust from grinding out sublime movies that upon scrutiny are starting to pale in comparison to groundbreaking, thought-provoking films that built up the reputation of Blumhouse Productions. This slump could be traced back to David Gordon Green’s curious direction for the Halloween trilogy; one that could be a metaphor for the Blumhouse catalogue thus far, come out swinging and hitting hard, before trickling into unnecessary padding, before a shambolic, misguided outcome that degrades the name that initially made a franchise great.
That’s not to say there have been some nuggets of gold in the mix, with The Black Phoneand M3GAN proving to be a hit with the box office, (the latter being only the start of last year) but when the outlet is great, doesn’t necessitate that the quality will match and we get the mishits of Insidious: The Red Door; The Exorcist: Believer; Five Nights at Freddy’s; and (the as yet-not-watched by this writer) Night Swim.
So, where does that place things for their latest venture, Imaginary that was released this week? A tale of a blended family, each member hosting a traumatic past move into Jessica’s (DeWanda Wise) childhood home in a vain attempt to put their tragic history behind them. All this changes though when the youngest step daughter, Alice (Piper Braun) finds an old teddy bear in the basement that she takes on as an imaginary friend. What appears to be an innocent childhood play experience comes into question when some dark turns are taken, leading the family into a journey that will test their strength.
On paper, this concept is a solid one and Director Jeff Wadlow (Truth or Dare; Fantasy Island) spends some quality time building on character; something that directors and creatives are prone to neglect for the sake of pace and drama. It’s a shame then, that all the build up is for nought as he is let down by poor performances, some downright wet in places. This would be borderline forgivable if it wasn’t for the fact that the storyline is equally weak and let down by shoehorning in recogniseable moments from signature movies in the past such as Beetlejuice; Labyrinth; and Child’s Play. There’s one thing to make nods to creativity that has inspired, but before too long it becomes obvious that you are drowning in unoriginality.
While this may be another misfire for Blumhouse, all is not lost and this could very well be the lull before another hit comes along, especially with Leigh Whannell’s The Wolf Man, and sequels to the psychotic killing doll M3GAN 2.0 and The Black Phone 2. Time will tell.
The Prognosis:
Imaginary by name but sadly not in the telling. Jeff Wadlow once again directs a lacklustre turn from behind the lens and a downward turn for Blumhouse. No originality and one that seems content in coasting along rather than creating a unique voice for the horror genre. Is the modern production giant resting on its namesake? One can only muse for now.
Saul Muerte
Imaginary is currently screening at cinemas nationwide.