The Woman In Black
Starring Daniel Radcliffe, Ciaran Hinds, and Janet McTeer
Directed by James Watkins / Written by Jane Goldman, Based on the Book by Susan Hill
Arthur Kipps, a young lawyer desperate to provide for his son and eager to prove his worth to his employer, takes an assignment to settle the legal matters of a large estate out on the bleak English moors. Upon his arrival in the village near the estate, it becomes immediately apparent to Arthur that superstition and fear permeate the climate. The villagers are reproachful and tense. Children are kept heavily protected indoors. When Arthur finally gets to the house, he learns of its twisted history and unwittingly stirs up the wrath of a vengeful apparition.
The Woman in Black is pure funhouse-style entertainment. Though it begins slowly, establishing a beautifully eerie atmosphere, when the scares show up they don’t let up. Those easily effected by horror movie tricks – like myself – will find themselves jumping in their seats frequently. In an extended sequence in which Arthur stays in the house overnight, the film moves from one building scare to the next as Arthur moves from room to room, investigating insistent bumps, whispers and groans. For a horror film, The Woman in Black isn’t as interested in blood and gore as it is in surprises. Sure, it has a few disturbing moments, but nothing too far-reaching. Fans of ghost stories should be satiated by the film, just don’t be expecting anything too original. Those eager to see Daniel Radcliffe in his first post-Potter role will most definitely be happy. The film is – for a majority of its running time – a one-man show, though Daniel’s performance consists mostly of walking slowly through dark hallways and reacting accordingly upon sudden ghost attacks.
Honestly, there isn’t much to report here. The Woman in Black wears what it’s got on its sleeve quite apparently and proudly. There is a whole subplot with Arthur dealing with the loss of his wife in an attempt to bring depth to the character, but it takes seventh fiddle to the scares. And though I thought they were effective – but again I’m quite a pussy when it comes to horror – a film so reliant on its scares may work as an attraction, but as a good story? Not so much.
Verdict: You can pass on The Woman in Black. For those who are adamant to see Radcliffe again on the big screen, I’d suggest going to see him this upcoming weekend with the big crowds, ready to react.
Andrew
Two Jackets Productions








