The Monkey

Evil-looking windup toy monkey causes someone's gory "accidental" death every time it beats its toy drum. That's it, for an hour and a half. Every ten minutes somebody dies in an elaborate fashion that nonetheless lacks the ingenuity or suspense of the "Final Destination" (or even "Saw") movies because it's all played as a joke. Even that would be fine if the director really had a flair for jaunty black comedy--something like early Coen brothers--or spectacular bad-taste slapstick. But he doesn't, so this just comes off as one dumb gag after another, played out by characters who are all cartoonishly one-dimensional, so there's zero emotional stake in their fates.

I enjoyed at least some of Perkins' prior movies, but this reminded me that the weakest thing about Stephen King books and writing is when they're trying to be funny (think "Maximum Overdrive"), which is not his strong suit. It's better crafted than a lot of low-budget movies in a similar vein, but given that it's not particularly low-budget and involves some talented people, its ideas should be better than that of your average lowbrow gore comedy. I was very disappointed. If my expectations had been lower, I would have found it an okay throwaway movie--but even so, one that's neither particularly clever or scary, just sort of mildly amusing.

The previews made this horror movie seem different and it peaked my interest.

In the end, the previews were better than the movie.

This seemed like a take on a couple of Twilight Zone episodes. The one with Talking Tina and the one with another doll that showed up in war zones and as evil charm.

The two main characters, the twins, were not likable characters. You didn't really get to know them, but what you do see in them, it's not something adorable or likable.

The killing scenes were just over the top unrealistic, made it seem like a cheap slasher movie made to attract a high school audience. We don't learn much about the monkey and not because of a cloud of mystery, more like and oversight. The plot in the end wasn't believable and the movie did little to make it believable. ...again, like they were more interested in just showing guts, buckets of blood, heads being blown up or removed, and deaths that defied the laws of physics . The other bright spot was I had the entire theater to myself with a bucket of popcorn and a Coke Zero.

Twins Bill and Hal unearth a toy monkey that used to belong to their late father, the twins soon discover that the sinister looking toy has deadly powers, a force that caused the death of their babysitter, mother and many more. After buying it, the years pass and the brothers drift apart, the monkey however returns.

I was genuinely looking forward to it, the cast on paper impressed me and the trailer looked great. The final result is a little bit of a disappointment, it aims to be an edgy, black comedy horror, most of the time it's just underwhelming.

There's nothing new here, everything done here has been done before, better, in terms of pacing it is too slow, it takes ages to get going. I'm not too sure it knew what it wanted to be, I couldn't take it seriously as a horror, I wasn't expecting to yawn my wah through.

On the plus side, the monkey looks awesome, I love the look on its face, especially when the lighting is dark and subtle, plus the period details are great, the early scenes look spot on. One or two of the scares looked good, very Final Destination at times.

Fair to say all of the best material was crammed into the trailer, most of the material just wasn't up to much. They certainly made a great trailer, sadly they exhausted all of the best bits.

Theo James does a good job, he adds a bit of life into the part and is as handsome as ever, sadly some of the other performances are a little lifeless.

Overall, it's somewhat disappointing.

6/10.

Right from the start you can tell how you'll fell at the end of the film. You either love or hate this movie. There's no in-between.

The movie is too goofy to work as a horror movie and it's too serious to be a dark comedy. There are horrible tonal shifts throughout the entire film. This actually feels like someone tried to write "marvel humour" into a Stephen King movie. By the way, that "based on Stephen King works" is a total disappointment, no single recognizable traits from his works can be seen in here. There is a kind of "twist" at the mid point but it's there just for shock value and totally inconsequential.

The worst part of this "slasher" is that all the deaths are so complicated yet so boring.

What a waste of time.

There are few writers whose output is as prodigious as Stephen King. With over 65 novels and countless short stories to his name, the master of the macabre has kept Hollywood busy for decades. However, for every frighteningly brilliant 'Misery' or 'The Shining', there's a lacklustre 'Cell' or 'Mercy' lurking in the shadows, reminding us that not all adaptations are created equal.

Fresh off his massive hit 'Longlegs,' Osgood Perkins is the latest director to try his hand at a Stephen King tale of terror. 'The Monkey,' based on the short story of the same name, follows Hal Shelburn and his twin brother Bill, whose childhoods are derailed by a sinister toy monkey with a talent for triggering untimely, gruesome deaths. Years later, the monkey resurfaces, and Hal must confront both the literal and emotional baggage he thought he'd left behind.

With its elaborate death sequences and darkly comic tone, 'The Monkey' invites easy comparison to the 'Final Destination' films. It's gorily over-the-top, frequently funny, though never quite earning a place in the pantheon of great King adaptations. It's not a disaster by any means, but it is uneven: the scares are sporadic, characterisation slim and the film's sense of humour often undercuts its own tension. The narrative also lacks the psychological depth that made 'Longlegs' so unsettlingly compelling.

To his credit, Perkins is clearly reaching for something more than jump scares and blood splatter. There's an admirable attempt to blend horror with dark humour and a melancholic parental dynamic that lends the film a touch of emotional heft. At its best, the film gestures toward themes of grief, inherited trauma and the quiet terror of watching your children face the same darkness you did. Moreover, beneath the evil banging of the monkey's drum lies a meditation- albeit a muddled one- on the one thing we all have in common: the certainty of death.

Sadly, these weightier ideas don't always cohere. The tonal shifts are jarring, and the emotional beats often get drowned out in the noise. It's a film that wants to make you laugh, jump and maybe even cry- but doesn't quite commit fully to any of the three. Further, when the monkey isn't onscreen doing what it does best- maiming and murdering- things drag. The stretches in between the carnage feel oddly lifeless, padded with exposition and domestic drama. The whole affair suffers from a dearth of tension, while the emotional stakes never quite land with the force they should.

What the film lacks in narrative cohesion, it nearly makes up for in atmosphere. Perkins' direction is confident, and Nico Aguilar's cinematography- handled with a steady, stylish hand- elevates even the narrative's dullest stretches. The lighting is often moody and expressionistic, with deep shadows and rich colour palettes giving proceedings a dreamy, timeless quality. Whether it's a blood-slicked bathroom or a flickering attic filled with childhood relics, every frame feels carefully composed, as if trying to will a better film into existence through sheer visual craft.

Additionally, the production design evokes a lived-in, slightly off-kilter world where nostalgia curdles into unease. The monkey itself- aged, grimy, and grotesquely toy-like- is a highlight of the film's tactile creepiness. The special effects and scenes of bloodshed are visceral, with a darkly comic edge; easily the best aspect of the film. Further, Edo Van Breemen's score adds a haunting, discordant undercurrent, though occasionally leaning too hard on the eerie whimsy, blurring the line between unsettling and self-conscious.

The sound design, on the other hand, is razor-sharp- each crash on the monkey's drum lands with a wince-inducing jolt. The editing is less consistent: while some sequences are slick and rhythmic, others feel slack, sapping momentum just when things should tighten. It's technically polished, but not always paced to keep the tension simmering.

The performances, much like the film itself, are a mixed bag. Theo James delivers a solid turn as the haunted Hal, playing the role with just enough clenched-jaw intensity to sell the trauma without tipping into melodrama. He's compelling when the material allows, though his character is more of a vessel for themes than a fully fleshed-out person. As Hal's identical twin Bill, James turns it up to eleven and is as over-the-top as the material requires.

The supporting cast have less to work with, though some still manage to shine. Tatiana Maslany, Elijah Wood and Rohan Campbell make the most of their limited screen time, elevating their thinly drawn characters. Others, however, blur together into a Greek chorus of exposition and emotional hand-wringing.

Despite some great scenes of gory grotesquerie, 'The Monkey' ultimately feels like a film caught between instincts- too camp to be truly scary and too scattershot to say anything lasting about grief or death. There are flashes of something sharper, weirder and more affecting buried amidst all the blood and guts, but it never quite takes shape. Although Osgood Perkins remains a filmmaker of intrigue and ambition, and the scenes of carnage are terrific, this King adaptation- like so many before it- is nothing to go ape over.