My Soul to Take Movie Review
While Wes Craven made a valiant attempt at a comeback this year with Scream 4, he unfortunately reminded audiences – well, a few people anyway – how far he’d fallen with last fall’s My Soul to Take, easily one of the worst mainstream horror movies ever made.
My Soul to Take follows several unlikable teenagers who were all born the same day a notorious serial killer was finally put to death – or escaped, depending on who you ask. But as a new round of killings begins, one of those teenagers – named Bug (Max Thieriot) – begins to suspect that the killer lives on in him.
The movie is not your typical horror movie, and to that degree I give Wes Craven credit. I’ve read a bit about the metaphorical allusions people noticed throughout the production; it’s clear some got more out of the movie than I did.
As smart and sophisticated as the concept might be, the execution is downright pitiful. Which is a real shame considering Craven is responsible for several of the best horror movies ever made.
My Soul to Take is a mess from start to finish. Craven’s depiction of high school is once again flawed and exaggerated beyond belief. Every character has few if any redeemable qualities. The acting is downright terrible and Thieriot is unimpressive in the lead.
The death scenes are unimaginative and dull, and those are the ones that are actually shown on screen. The killer, whether real or imaginary, is about as intimidating as a fly is to a horse.
Oh, and most of the movie makes absolutely no sense. Craven skips from one scene to the next, showing little regard for cohesiveness or intrigue, tension or excitement. The characters talk a lot, but the movie is so painfully bad it’s hard to pay attention in long enough bursts to follow what’s happening.
My Soul to Take is one of the worst horror movies in recent memory. Wes Craven’s only lucky that few people actually went and saw this monstrosity in theaters.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.