Nice, Satisfying, and . . .

Rating: 6/10 (18 February 2016)

Solidly shuddery are words I would use to describe Scott Derrickson's Sinister. I measure the quality of horror flicks against The Exorcist and The Haunting and Signs, among others, and Sinister, although not in the A column, is what I'm looking for in some good journeyman cinematic scares.
It would be wrong to point out that it takes too long to become emotionally invested in Sinister, that Ethan Hawke is a smidgen too shallow to like or dislike his Stephen King-like character, and the movie is one big cliché, but Sinister delivers more than enough disquiet and shocks to overlook its failings.
Which brings me to the general structure of Stephen King's many novels--you know, frustrated writer with a tragic character flaw confronts demon--and Ellison Oswald is so close to many of King's character that I'm wondering if Stephen King's attorneys were breaking out the Winchesters when Sinister hit the screen.
Just a thought.
Anyway, I had fun with Sinister, parked in front of the TV in the bedroom, chihuahua cuddled up alongside, and . . .
the lights out.
Thought I'd do my part.