The gimmick is when the hauntings begin
and the monster shows up in the corridors of the big old house,
Mister Babadook looks exactly like what he is: something from a scary
children’s pop-up book gone very huge and life-size. The monster
hardly looks scary but comes across as very disconcerting and
menacing; it is a triumph of papier-mache design, old-school stop
motion, and puppetry.
I suppose that fits in with the twist:
that despite being a horror film, director Jennifer Kent executes it
more as a character-driven domestic tragedy. That means no scare
shots, loud sound effects, no mysterious shadowy figures moving
rapidly across the screen behind our characters. All these are
replaced with menacing shots of suits and hats in clothes stands as a
manifestation or suggestion of the supernatural figure, whose design
emphasises its huge suit and hat. And they keep popping up everywhere
to spook both mother and child, but mostly the mother.
If Mister Babadook didn’t actually
show up by the halfway mark of the film, you’d swear it was about
an impressionable harried mother who sees and imagines things. Or
that it’s a horror film allegory about undiagnosed postpartum
depression, or about how most old nursery rhymes are actually creepy
murder ballads and help with postpartum depression...
In either case, The Babadook is a
member of the modern horror genre that acknowledges the genre
allegory for domestic anxieties and deals with those instead of
heightening the horror elements.
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