The soft spot I have for found-footage horror movies is basically a bruise at this point, but I don't care, I will shout it out unto the indifferent to downright hostile world -- I'll take most all the crap this genre will fling my way and ask for more, it seems. (Even the scarring experience of the godawful Apollo 18 couldn't keep me away for long.) As Above So Below, the new one from The Brothers Dowdle (they were behind Poughkeepsie Tapes and the [REC] remake Quarantine), is just an endless string of silliness - it's Goonies versus The Blair Witch with the dust off an Indiana Jones skeleton shaken on top like powdered sugar - but who had fun? I had fun.
It's basically a Vincent Price haunted house movie flipped upside down with oogie-boogies jumping at the screen at timed intervals and a plot written in fine-print that fades off towards the horizon, but by the time I got halfway through any groan I had the movie was already onto the next bout of sneaking spectres and it just wore down my reservations with its gee-whiz dumb-dumb enthusiasms. Oh sure by the end my questions were stacked as high as the Eiffel Tower, but logical sinkholes aside there really are a couple of finely rendered scare experiences up in this thing - images splayed in the underground fire-light, the cavernous dark, that just might just sneak into my next nightmare.