The Unpopular Opinion: ‘Dead Silence’ is One of James Wan’s Best Movies – /FILM

(Welcome to The Unpopular Opinion, a series where a writer goes to the defense of a much-maligned film or TV show, or sets their sights on something seemingly beloved by all. In this edition: Dead Silence is the first true James Wan movie and anunfairly maligned gem.)

Its impossible to ignore James Wans impact on the horror genre over the last decade and change. Saw put both Wan and torture porn on the map, Insidious revamped haunted house architectures, The Conjuring scared up record-breaking box office numbers and thats to start. Tack on successfulsequels (Insidious: Chapter 2 and The Conjuring 2), a respectful entry in theFast and Furious saga (sending off Paul Walker), and him being handed the reins to a DC property in Aquaman. Wan is, undeniably, a Hollywood juggernaut who went from indie darling to household name by riding a wave of deserved praise for doing the impossible. Igniting franchises. Building cinematic universes. Redefining our nightmares. He is so verywanderfulPulitzer, please.

Alas, some of his movies have been forgotten along the way. Travel back in time with me, wont you? Lets jump back a decade. Back to when James Wan was still trying to emerge from under the shadow of Saw. Back to when he made one of his best movies. Back when no one gave the terrific Dead Silence the time of day.

The year 2007 brought us two separate James Wan titles on the heels of Saw. One a Kevin Bacon thriller called Death Sentence, appropriately viewed as an unofficial Death Wish remake. Underrated in its own right. The other? A beyond-chilling ghost story called Dead Silence that garnered an undesirable 21% on Rotten Tomatoes. Critics labeled it pointless and clichd, calling Wan out for recycling Saw techniques for a hopeful new franchise. Box office results werent much better that $22 million gross (domestic and foreign) doesnt look impressive next tothe films $20 million budget. Thats still$5 million more than Death Sentence grossed, but it was a bullet-to-the-head fora potentialDead Silencefranchise.

We talk about movies like Saw ($100+ million gross), Insidious ($97 million gross) and The Conjuring ($318 million gross) for an obvious reason audiences showed up. Butts were in seats, word of mouth spread, and the fanfare came rolling in. So why did critics savage Dead Silence (audience rating a 3.1-out-of-5), leaving it a mere afterthought when audiences stayed away? I have no idea, because the movie I watched deserves just as much praise as any of Wans more presentable franchises. Its as good as his more acclaimed and successful horror movies in every way.

Audiences made a massive mistake by skipping out on Wans mischievous Victorian mystery; one that gleams Grand Guignol beautification mixed with desolate, cursed-town cryptics sucked from Stephen Kings essence. You think that Annabelle doll is scary? Wan and notorious partner-in-crime Leigh Whannell sketch the perfect dummy for their ventriloquist from hell, only adding to the short-lived legend of Mary Shaw. Set pieces are spectacular, period creeps shine and Wan shows, only in his sophomore feature, flashes of every single signature we praise on high each time he directs. Saw may be where it all started (unless you count his 2000 flick Stygian, which, you probably dont), but Dead Silence is where his future visions come alive.

The film opens on Jamie Ashen, played by Ryan Kwanten, and his wife Lisa (Laura Regan). A package appears at their apartment door. They tear back the wrapping to reveal a box lined with velvety redness, encasing a dead-eyed dummy. Jamie has flashbacks to a hometown legend who went by the name of Mary Shaw a ventriloquist performer who faced mob justice after murdering a child and her doll, Billy. The Ashens new roommate couldnt possibly be related, right? Jamie leaves to get take-out, Lisa stages a prank by placing her new toy under Jamies bedsheet, but then everything goes silent. Lisa hears a voice and approaches Billy and thats her last act. Jamie returns home and finds his wife with her jaw ripped open. He pulls back the boxs lining. Mary Shaw And Billy it reads. Time for a trip back home to Ravens Fair, in search of answers and closure that, of course, brings Jamie face-to-face with his worst fears.

What transpires is a fierce exchange of jab scares, atmospheric devastation, and nu-school similarities to Vincent Price classics. Scenes jump from the hokiest theater bits to crippling, pale-faced terror merely with the drop of sound. Thats Marys signature when the undead ghoul is about to appear, her victim can hear nothing but direct sonic imprints. A door they open or step they thump. No whining orchestral strings or typical noise filler. We enter Marys world, which flips a switch on old-fashioned frights in favor of pure paranormal punishment. As if her creepy, humanistic dolls and Wans manipulation of darkness arent enough? Dead Silence has no reservations about showing Marys full form, lunging towards camera or floating forward slowly with a soul-sucking grin.

If theres something Wan has become most known for, its breathing life into full atmospheres. He molds characters, erects unknown locales from the ground-up and brings everything together like an art installation that operates on numerous mechanical levels. Insidious starts with an outside view of the most mundane suburban house, but inside becomes a chamber of lost souls expanded by The Further. The Conjuring buttons up a 70s homeliness that Wan dresses every cinematic facet in. He doesnt just make movies, he builds worlds and Dead Silence is no different.

Ravens Fair is a town stuck in time, full of dilapidated buildings and paranoid townsfolk who fear Mary Shaws return. Storefronts represent a mosaic of broken glass and Closed For Good signage. The towns grand theater (simply named Guignol Theater) now exists as a graveyard garden, cushy seats and delicate trimmings covered by overgrown vines and dead tree skeletons. Every step Jaime takes reaches farther into Ravens Fairs demonstrable history, now fogged by a sullen gray haze that echoes the pain captured in Kwantens performance. Color pops most when the dead come to play, telling of Wans ability to convey story through visuals alone.

What about Wans panic-inducing playground of light and dark? Every single movie of his featuresat least one or two paralyzing moments where infinite shadows blanket a sinister surprise. The Conjurings hand clap. Insidious bedroom scene where, off to the side, stands his demons outline. The Conjuring 2 and the Nun painting. Wan takes our fear of the dark and abuses us like Batmans Scarecrow might, but youd be a fool to think this manipulation didnt start in Dead Silence.

Haters of the claustrophobic will point to when Michael Fairmans Henry gets Mary Shawed as their favorite watch-through-crossed-fingers scare, but theres one better. What about when Jamie attempts to sleep the night off in a Ravens Fair motel? Billy has been propped against his rooms window, the neon red sign outside blinking a hellish red hue. Then, the sound drops. Theres a quick Billy scare, but thats only Round 1. Jamie then sees Mary Shaw sitting in the corner. Her face turning, and then beginning to smile. All the while the sign Jamies only light source at the moment is flickering on and off. With every short blackout, Mary becomes more fixated on Jamie. It is, without argument, one of Wans more destructive scares by way of pitch blackness.

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Reviewed and Recommended by Erik Baquero