(dir. Brad Anderson)
Universal Pictures |
An asbestos removal team encounter supernatural occurrences
at the Danvers State Mental Hospital.
There’s a weird, almost dream-like quality to Brad
Anderson’s Session 9. Part of this
can be chalked up to the film’s cheap and grainy look. But beyond its budgetary
restrictions, Session 9 is purposeful
in its odd ambiance, and its attempts to create normalcy. The actors display a heightened machoism, and their tensions
with each other are high from the start of the film, but there’s nothing
natural about any of these performances. The characters never seem like an actual asbestos
removal crew, and instead seem like they are simply playing pretend. When the
characters interact with each other, the camera gets too close to their faces
and lingers on them too long, this lack of distance and added beat only furthered the discomfort felt when watching the film.
Session
9
lingers on the spaces of the State Mental Hospital, the gaping emptiness of the
place and its ability to distort sound. Even though most of the film takes
place in daylight, Anderson manages to make the space frightening and more than
a little depressing through his use of a yellowish and orange tint. The session
tapes from a deceased patient add to the film’s eerie tension, but they don’t
fit smoothly into the present-day story. There’s a disconnect in the plot
points introduced, and there’s little explanation for the strange occurrences,
which makes the film as a whole all the more frightening and interesting.
Scare Factor: 4/5 Like some horrific hallucination
where everything is just one pace behind reality, Session 9 offers near constant discomfort in both style and story.
It relies on the inexplicable nature of horror and mood instead of narrative accessibility
or character depth. Session 9 manages
to turn what would normally be viewed as negative attributes in other films into
its biggest strengths.
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