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Dead Silence isn't a very good horror movie. In fact, it's not good at all. It follows the story of Jamie Ashen (Ryan Kawanten), a married man who one afternoon gets given a package. Inside this package is a ventriloquist doll. Its sender unknown, and to be honest, I can't recall if we ever find out. This film is already being forgotten and is leaving my mind. Anyway, on the night of the doll's arrival, Jamie's wife, Lisa (Laura Regan), is viciously murdered. The blame gets placed on Jamie, the last one to see her alive, but Jamie suspects his new-found doll may have something to do with it.
This film, to put it simply, isn't consistently scary. After an opening credits sequence that sets this film's vibe to a great extent, and an opening murder sequence which is very creepy, if not a little over the top, this film becomes very inconsistent. Not just in the amount of scares either. The film sets itself up strong. Not perfect, but strong. It's intriguing, suspenseful and it knows just how sinister it is, allowing it to ensure it creates the most successful of scares. This is all fine for a while, but it soon gets a little cocky. It's self aware, and not in a good way. Full of pathetic fallacy and gloomy expressions, this film knows its potential, but fails to get to this point. As it goes on the film just gets messier and messier, throwing around plot lines as if they're water balloons. The further we get into the film the less interesting it gets. It tries to rationalise the scares, something that rarely works in horror and most certainly doesn't work here.
The story itself isn't ludicrous, but the screenplay is. For many years now we've been pleasantly greeted by a little, murderous doll known as Chucky. This doll, who will always have a beloved spot in my heart, proved to audiences that a movie about a children's toy can be scary. That's why I have no problems with creepy doll films, as long as they're executed well. Dead Silence is not. It features a cramped screenplay full of characters that work as both narrators and a plot devices, none of which have any real depth or say any legitimate lines. There's nobody in this film that has 100% natural dialogue, they're all, at some point, given a line or two that is so incredibly cheesy and almost laughable.
Much like the other film review that I published today (Friday the 13th), Dead Silence has a very weak third act. By the time we've reached the film's conclusion I was beyond caring about these characters. I was done. I'd had enough and had already recovered from the few scares that occurred earlier in the film. In the moment they were fine, but there's nothing in this film that'll stick with you. The ending, as predictable as it is, is handled in such a lazy way, especially disappointing since this film is in the hands of James Wan, one of my favourite horror directors.
To sum up, Dead Silence beings promisingly and incredibly creepy, but soon turns into an inconsistent, forgettable, predictable, ludicrously written and incredibly boring horror movie with nothing original nor interesting to offer.
2 1/2 Stars