Years later, in suburban New York State, their daughter Michal (a committed Alyson Gorske) is a teenager in college trying to avoid the avalanche of headlines announcing her death row father’s impending lethal injection. Michal has a small group of friends who try to keep her grounded. There’s her crush, Danny (Kio Cyr), his jerkish friend Glenn (Cameron Wong), and the bookish Jo (Anna Telfer). Michal’s roommate and confidant, Charlie (a witty Angel Prater), rounds out this rambunctious assemblage of teenagers. These college kids do exactly what you expect of them: they hang out at the local diner; they work their underage hands to buy alcohol with fake IDs; they drink on a local rooftop and head to class when they feel like it.
“The Puppetman,” in that sense, isn’t out to reinvent the wheel: It knows the coming-of-age paranormal lineage it comes from and takes pleasure in moving through the tropes you expect. For a while, that assuredness is enough to make this workmanlike horror film engaging.
Christensen uses the film’s first half to mark a series of strange occurrences. For weeks, Michal has been sleepwalking and scratching wrists to the point of drawing blood. Her roommate, Charlie, doesn’t bother to get help; she records it. Alarms sound, however, when one of Michal’s friends also seizes up before mindlessly throwing themselves off a roof. Was it suicide, or was an evil force somehow connected to Michal? The friends take a normal course; they approach a psychic who tells them of a Satanic cult that might be involved. These narrative machinations are enough to catapult the film to its inevitable freakout without much effort, relying on a tepid mood set by a rote score and creaky compositions.
The horror flicks transition to a “Final Destination” collage of kills possibly guided by fate or some other being, providing some tiny spikes of suspense. These are bloody, gruesome deaths. One involves a dumbbell falling on a kid’s jaw. The other sees one of them burned to death by an occult book. There’s some hokey VFX blood mixed in with better practical effects, but for the most part, you at least get a couple of memorable kills.
“The Puppetman” would be a modest success if it merely remained a comfort horror meal. But in answering the mysteries surrounding Michal, Christensen opts for a non-ending that spoils whatever fruits he’d won during the fairly tight 96-minute run time. By the end, you feel you’ve been given the run around for a merely serviceable story that’s unmemorable in how easily Michal fits into the cliches established by other, better films.
On Shudder now.
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