“The terror of The Babadook starts innocently, with a children’s book, though it will grow to possess you.”
Every since I saw 2009’s Triangle, I knew that Australia was and up-and-comer as far as interesting and innovative horror goes, though Jennifer Kent‘s The Babadook certifies their arrival.
It’s a pretty impressive movie, because–unlike many of its brethren, domestic or otherwise–it weaves its spell gradually, taking its time to introduce us to its main characters, so that what they feel, be it joy or terror, you do as well.
We soon meet Amelia (Essie Davis), who’s been having a difficult time since the death of her husband. Her work at a nursing home leaves her numb while her son, Robbie (Noah Wiseman) is an imaginative, rambunctious boy who’s misbehavior has her at wits’ end.
Amelia is doing her damnedest to keep mind and soul together, with very little in the way of support; in some instances due to her son’s behavior.
One day Robbie finds a book, Mister Babadook, that neither he nor his mother was aware of owning. He finds the book terrifying, though what’s more interesting is that despite this, Amelia continues to read to him.
The book is creepy in and of itself.