The Babadook
Let him in

The Babadook has been on my radar for quite some time. Ever since Mark Kermode noted as his favourite film of 2014 and its raft of awards, I’ve been keen to watch it. Finally, after plucking up some courage on a cold, Autumn night, I sat down to watch it full in the knowledge that the trailers had done their job and filled me with dread even before I pressed ‘play’.
From IMDB: A widowed mother, plagued by the violent death of her husband, battles with her son's fear of a monster lurking in the house, but soon discovers a sinister presence all around her.
It’s not really a story about ghosts, it more a tale of a mother connecting with her son with the sinister presence acting as a catalyst. There’s nothing like an evil entity to bring a mother and her child closer together. After ninety minutes, was the Babadook worth the wait? Was it worthy of Mark Kermode’s praise? For me, the answer is yes and no.

The Babadook is a fairly low budget affair but is directly
quite beautifully by Jennifer Kent. The dark, fairly colourless
palate adds atmosphere and reinforces the grimness of the mother’s day to day
life, her struggles with her son, her loneliness, her difficulty in coping.
Essie Davies, star of the Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Game of Thrones,
is perfectly cast as the troubled Amelia. She portrays sensitivity,
frustration, compassion and weariness perfectly, giving the character of the
mother depth and a sense of empathy.

The film uses the genre’s well trodden tropes well. The monster hidden in the closet is as old, an idea as old as the closet itself, but it’s the story around it, the difficult child, the stressed mother that gives the idea more gravitas. The children’s book about the Babadook is genuinely creepy, a book that keeps coming back to haunt the mother until eventually, after a rubbish CGI moment, the mother eventually lets the Babadook in.
Because the character of Amelia had been well written and acted, her subtle changes in behaviour escalated the foreboding and, at times, it felt like the Babadook was unveiling her inner voice, giving sound to her buried frustrations. For me, these were the best moments of the film and whenever she lost control Essie's performance gave me chills.

As already mentioned, the CGI was pretty poor and the film occasionally ran through the check list of haunting staples, the creaking furniture, the strange shadows, the knock on the door without anyone being there, the strange noises, the footsteps etc… The last thirty minutes seemed to drag a little and I can’t help thinking a 75 minutes film would’ve been a tighter affair. I always remember watching Rec and thinking its 70 minute running time was a little on the short side, but it was quality over quantity and I think a bit of trim would’ve served this film well.
These are minor complaints for a film that is well made, well written and well acted. The Babadook held a blanket of terror over the whole piece and posed a credible threat. It also proves that if the writing is good then you don’t need huge budgets, a cast of thousands or cheap jump scares. 78/100









