Luis de la Madrid‘s 2005 ghost story The Nun (La Monja) isn’t a terrible movie by any stretch, though that’s not to imply that it’s particularly good, because it isn’t.
Though the greater crime is that there are stirrings of greatness not too far below the surface, which are never given a chance to bloom into horrific life.
First off, the movie shows its ghost with the most way too much, though I think I understand why.
Whenever the ghost appears it’s accompanied by an interesting visual effect: water flowing backward and in slow motion, filling the air like a curtain of light. The problem is that, once you have seen the bogeyman, it–if not loses all power to frighten certainly suffers diminished potency–and you begin to see it for what it is, namely an interesting visual effect and little else.
Often, particularly in the case of horror films which by their very nature depend upon the suspension of belief, less is more. If the film had–instead of showing their monster at seemingly every available opportunity–had instead showed some restraint, the movie would have benefitted immensely.