Cauchemares is the story about a man who learns the truth about the old adage “You can never go home again.” Because if you do, you risk having your only child possessed by the murderous ghost of your elder sibling.
Don’t you hate it when that happens?
This isn’t by any stretch of the imagination an original flick. It takes from better possession films and leaves very little in return, if anything at all. Most would most drop it into the “Pass” file and forget all about it.
Not me. For some reason I’ve decided to review it twice.
And now three times. Because I’m that way. Apparently.
That said, I must confess that the first time I watched Cauchemares I went away charmed with the flick. Why escapes me, but whatever the reason it wasn’t enough to watch it again for fun. Enough to confess to liking it when the opportunity arose, but not watch it again. Which was far more often than one might have thought.
Watching it again removed even that. I noticed the poor acting more, the lack of verve in the direction, and other flaws. Like some one jabbed the pins in a little deeper.
While this made it a chore to sit through at times, some of that first fondness did return. Right at the end. Where it did as little good as possible.
As I did say this was the third review, you might expect me to mention how that run went. Ha ha on you. I didn’t watch it a third time, I just rewrote the second review.
I’ve always been a disappointment to those who know me. Why should I stop now?
I don’t ever intend to watch Cauchemares again. That might be telling and it might not. Scorewise, this is a mediocre film, albeit one on the very cusp of being bad (1 point). Likewise I still have fond memories of the film despite the second viewing spoiling them (1.5 points). I see enough wrong with it, though, that a Not Recommended is in order.