Considering the scarcity of horror movies, and how uninspired
those few have been, I must declare “Ghost Ship” the most bone
chilling movie of the season.
The preceding disclaimer might not seem too promising, but I have
found myself stupefied by the lackluster and tiresome efforts as of
late. This film is a reprieve for all you horror freaks who thrive on
that fidgety jump, gasp and leap into your lover’s arms. For those of
you who are single, I recommend grasping the arm rests until the
palpitations subside. As a testament to the shear terror of the
movie, and an annoyance for everyone else in the theater, I must have
heard the lady three aisles down shout “Oh my God!” at least 10
“Ghost Ship” runs at a rapid pace and does not allow the moviegoer
a moment to recover from the previous recoil from fear. A salvage
crew is sent to an “abandoned” ship to recover its spoils. This ship,
however, has much more to offer this salvage crew than any treasure.
To say any more would be to ruin the suspense of this must-see flick.
Bereft of an abstruse plot that keeps you wondering, thankfully,
this movie is direct with its horror. There is no pretense of
captivating the audience with anything more than ghouls, ghosts and
the occasional dismemberment. Fortunately, the violence and sexual
content can be easily buffered by covering your eyes for those few
moments otherwise, the movie relies on the most powerful mechanism
for fear -- the human imagination.
* EVAN MARMOL is a Laguna resident. He graduated from UC Irvine
with a degree in psychology and social behavior.