Robert Wise's 1963 version of The Haunting (from Shirley Jackson's novel) has long been considered one of the milestones of the horror film. Now, DreamWorks has bankrolled a new version under the direction of Jan De Bont (Speed, Twister) an idea that should sound unpromising, even to De Bont's fans and Wise's detractors.
Speed and Twister were exemplary roller-coaster movies. This is not even vaguely an insult. Creating roller-coaster thrills is one of the things cinema is best at.
But neither subtlety nor variety is De Bont's strong suit. Wise's career, on the other hand, is extraordinarily wide- ranging, from his early genre films (Curse of the Cat People, The Day the Earth Stood Still) through his big-budget musicals (West Side Story, The Sound of Music) and his savvy technical experiments (The Andromeda Strain, The Haunting). This versatility has led some to dismiss him as characterless, but few would deny his complete grasp of technique or the basic intelligence of his filmmaking. In his Haunting, Wise set himself the problem of creating terror without special effects, without monsters, without showing anything. He concentrated on performance, lighting, camera movement and sound.
If there is any surprise to De Bont's version of The Haunting, it is the extent to which, for the first half, de Bont works in a similar mode. The second half, however, is no surprise, and more's the pity. Liam Neeson plays Dr. David Marrow, a psychologist studying fear. He and his faithful companion, Mary (Alix Koromzay), gather a handful of people with diverse character disorders and invite them to spend a week at Hill House, under the pretense of a sleep-disorder experiment. Nell (Lili Taylor) is an awkward sad sack who has spent nearly all of her adult life caring for her recently deceased mother. Luke (Owen Wilson) is goofy, boyish and pathologically unreliable. And Theo (Catherine Zeta-Jones) is a bisexual jet-setter.
It is Marrow's intention to scare the participants and chronicle their reactions. But it soon becomes clear that he's not going to have to take much initiative in terrorizing them: The house is scary enough already. Huge and grotesque, Hill House is filled with cavernous rooms, a maze of passages and hallways, and paintings and sculpture that seem designed to creep people out. It's also given to inexplicable drafts and odd creaks and rumblings.
You immediately wonder what sort of pervert would build such a gruesome place in the middle of pastoral New Hampshire, and you don't have to wait long to find out. Early on, Marrow explains that Hill House was built more than a century ago by wealthy mill owner Hugh Crain as a home for his wife, René, and the many children they intended to raise. But, after a series of miscarriages, René committed suicide, and Hugh turned into a monster with a fixation on children. The locals have long avoided the place, and even the caretaker (Bruce Dern) and his wife (Marian Seldes) refuse to stay after dark. Unsurprisingly, the four new occupants become targets of the ghosts that make Hill House their home.
De Bont may keep things relatively demure for the first half, but almost all the changes he and screenwriter David Self have brought to the material serve to weaken the effect. For instance, for much of the 1963 version it is difficult to be sure that any of the weirdness is really happening that it's not merely Nell's hallucination or the result of natural forces. And it is established that Nell has had some telekinetic experiences, so that we can entertain the possibility that she is actually causing them. The new version removes all ambiguity early on by showing us ghostly manifestations, even when none of the characters is seeing them. In film grammar, that means they're really happening: They can't be explained away as someone's distorted perceptions. Similarly, where Wise tied us tightly to Nell's point of view, De Bont allows his focus to wander. Taylor is a wonderful actress, but she's not able to draw us in the way Julie Harris did in the original. Wise made sure that the events reflected Nell's emotional experiences, but in the new version, the links between her character and the horrors are muddled.
Despite the care lavished on realizing Eugenio Zanetti's amazing production design, the script is sloppy. Two characters are introduced for no discernible purpose, then disappear and are never referred to again. At one point, Nell comes running in with the major revelation as to who "Carolyn" was. Unfortunately, this is the first we've heard of "Carolyn" suggesting that the setup was lost late in the game through editing.
De Bont and Self have also embellished the plot with so many unnecessary twists that it becomes wearying. During the second half, the filmmakers pull out the stops, with constant computer effects, showing us quite explicitly what never should have been shown. The monsters and morphs and digital sound make for an occasionally effective shock, but more often than not, the concreteness turns the audience's fearful anticipation into disappointing, even comical, reality. By the end, The Haunting has become a farrago of shtick that we've seen before (and better) in Burn, Witch, Burn, in Alien and in Poltergeist, among dozens of others.
The first-rate cast try their best: It's primarily Taylor's movie, but Wilson (Bottle Rocket) is perfect, and Zeta-Jones is almost as good.
With The Haunting arriving in theaters so close to The Blair Witch Project, it's impossible not to make the obvious comparisons between two films that take such obviously different approaches to horror. What's ironic is how much closer Blair Witch is in its strategies to the original Haunting than the new Haunting is itself.