I was pretty gosh-darned excited when I figured out that the new horror film We Are Still Here was being filmed just about twenty minutes from the town I grew up in - indeed the next time I go home I'm going to make an effort to go visit the restaurant we see in the film and get my picture taken out in front so I can proudly display it beside the pictures I've taken at the Texas Chain Saw cemetery and the Death Proof bar and so forth. Would I make such effort for a shite film? No, no I would not. And if I'm willing to go out of my way, to go somewhere not called The Couch or The Bed, then you should believe me - We Are Still Here is worth it!
It's actually a fairly old-fashioned haunted house movie so diving into plot specifics won't sell it on its own - it's all about the motion in its ocean, not mistaking every water droplet for the sea but chug chug chugging it all the same. But you know how I just told you about the doc The Nightmare and how Real World Ghosts will never ever scare me? Well Fake Movie Ghosts can totally scare me, and this movie's got some super duper scary doozies. What We Are Still Here does best is trace its own weird little path through stuff we sort of half recognize from a million movies before it; it's got a sweet nasty little personality all its own, one it was a pleasure getting to know, shock after shock after shock.