I went to this movie without knowing what it was about. That's pretty incredible for me as I am the kind of person that has to read the last chapter in a book before I even get half-way through, because I don't like too much suspense. How that works with my obsession with scary movies, doesn't really make sense, because that's what scary movies are about: suspense. Sure, okay, I contradict myself, but in the words of Walt Whitman "I am large, I contain multitudes" (Song of Myself). Therefore, I'm not going to think too much about it, I'll just accept myself the way I am, but I digress. . .

Although, not entirely sold on the movie at this point, my interest was at least piqued.
Okay, so I feel I have to qualify that statement; I have a slight neurotic tendency to analyze everything - thanks to my years as an English lit major (p.s. don't judge my writing on that little piece of disclosed information, I'm a literature major, not a writing major) - a neurotic tendency that has made it rather hard to just sit back and enjoy a movie at face value. I probably would have enjoyed this movie a little more if I didn't automatically want to consider Structuralism, Linguistics, and Narratology - granted, I wouldn't have it any other way; I rather enjoy putting on my Foucault glasses, but I think I may have lost the ability to slip into the unreality of a movie - the ability to make the reality of the movie my own reality, and I think that is why I don't get scared anymore . . . but what does this have to do with this particular movie? I may have gone on too much of a tangent here . . . what was my point?



The story is rather intriguing, there are plenty of jumpy moments, and the bloody, shocking scenes, make up for the lame-ass beginning, but unfortunately, the movie just couldn't keep up with itself.
The ending is, in itself, completely unexpected and chilling - in theory, however, in practice, it was just cheesy. I understand that making a truly scary movie is almost impossible, so I don't hold it against the creators, but, let's face it, this is just a one-time only kind of film. If you watch it more than once, you'll find that the story can't hold itself together, because it wants to go in all sorts of directions. It's not as bad as the Grudge which just flashed scary images at random for no reason, but Sinister loses itself somewhere in the last few scenes, and it could be rather disappointing if you think about it too long. Which I do. All the time.