Review – The Pact

Buried somewhere under a giant pile of indie film crap lies the potential for a good horror movie. Certainly the house haunted by a malevolent force thing has been done to better effect elsewhere, as has the serial killer with a creepy nickname and MO (however Boo-Radley-gone-bad it might be here). Sadly, any chance this picture had of scaring, entertaining or not sucking in any way is undone by filmmakers desperate for admission to the IFC club. The result drips with minor key piano plinking, extreme close-ups and a host of other bargain-basement “art” conceits. I found the sound work particularly hard to take, especially the cliché trick of inspiring a sense of menace by playing a relentless, low-pitched humming noise. Oh, and the scene that blared dreadful music so loud that I had to hit the mute button, thus missing some of what I assume was key dialogue. See if desperate