Movie: The Babadook
Writer-director Jennifer Kent has Amelia (Essie Davis) arrive for her parent-teacher conference in her nurse uniform, and she’s a teetering wreck. It’s nearly her son Samuel’s (an other-worldly Noah Wiseman) birthday, but that may be just a ticking bomb since his aunt has already explained why her daughter doesn’t want to be anywhere near Samuel. “He won’t talk about monsters,” she explains in regards to her frazzled appearance, before Samuel begins cackling loudly and says, “My Dad died before I was born.”
You would not necessarily expect any Adelaide-blooded straight-to-DVD horror flick to spend much time on character development, what with the likes of the recent state of hand-held horror schlock. You might, however, expect such a singular, cross-culturally influenced filmmaker like Kent (Babe: Pig in the City) to come up with the characters at the center of this year’s first full-length and instant cult-horror-classic, Babadook: a suit-wearing, Seuss-like children’s scribble who creeps down suburban streets, its thin black chops knocking on the doors of whomever without reason. It just can.
“I’ll kill it,” Samuel claims. “Why didn’t you die instead of him?” responds his mother. And according to the Babadook, which will have your head spinning three times as fast as Interstellar, a much lesser film, if it’s in a word, or if it’s in a book you can’t get rid of…we don’t want to say it again- just in case… and, well, that’s just badass.