Taking place during the events of American remake of same name and 2006 sequel, latest instalment is directed by Nicolas Pesce.
Andrea Riseborough - Detective Muldoon
Demián Bichir - Detective Goodman
John Cho - Peter Spencer
Betty Gilpin - Nina Spencer
Lin Shaye - Faith Matheson
Jacki Weaver - Lorna Moody
Summary
Archetypal of franchise, film is told in a non-chronological order, connecting several different narratives.
In 2004, Fiona Landers leaves a house in Tokyo and very briefly encounters spirit of Kayako Saeki.
Upon returning home, she becomes a woman possessed, murdering husband and daughter Melinda.
With lady pants unwittingly bringing back Ju-On, anybody who steps inside 44 Reyburn Drive is basically fucked.
We hop backwards and forwards until pieces of convoluted jigsaw eventually fit.
Miserable
And I thought Rings (2017) was bad.
Predictable, derivative and mind-numbingly boring, 90 minutes felt like three hours.
Judging by performances, a pretty talented cast were obviously consumed by bleakness of whole situation.
Not that it's much consolation, but the ever reliable Lin Shaye as bat-shit crazy harridan added some light relief.
Ending leaves door ajar for more ghostly croaks, but whatever the future holds, I really don't give a shit.
Andrea Riseborough - Detective Muldoon
Demián Bichir - Detective Goodman
John Cho - Peter Spencer
Betty Gilpin - Nina Spencer
Lin Shaye - Faith Matheson
Jacki Weaver - Lorna Moody
Summary
Archetypal of franchise, film is told in a non-chronological order, connecting several different narratives.
In 2004, Fiona Landers leaves a house in Tokyo and very briefly encounters spirit of Kayako Saeki.
Upon returning home, she becomes a woman possessed, murdering husband and daughter Melinda.
With lady pants unwittingly bringing back Ju-On, anybody who steps inside 44 Reyburn Drive is basically fucked.
We hop backwards and forwards until pieces of convoluted jigsaw eventually fit.
Miserable
And I thought Rings (2017) was bad.
Predictable, derivative and mind-numbingly boring, 90 minutes felt like three hours.
Judging by performances, a pretty talented cast were obviously consumed by bleakness of whole situation.
Not that it's much consolation, but the ever reliable Lin Shaye as bat-shit crazy harridan added some light relief.
Ending leaves door ajar for more ghostly croaks, but whatever the future holds, I really don't give a shit.
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