FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC (1987)
Disclaimer: I haven't read this film's source material, nor have I seen any of the supplementary versions of Flowers in the Attic. My opinion is pure, but it's just the opinion of a dope who wouldn't normally watch something like this. Call it a palate cleanser? We're in stark melodrama territory. You could almost call this a modern tragedy, though I understand the book was set in the 50's. Again, that's irrelevant. I wasn't too surprised to learn that Wes Craven was attached to direct at one point. With different packaging, this would be lurid horror all the way. I hesitate to write a detailed synopsis, but we'll see how far I get. A penniless mother is forced to move back in with her parents following the tragic death of her husband. She hopes to win her father's love, thus solidifying a spot in his will. He's on his deathbed, you see. There is a caveat. Her mother (a morose Louise Fletcher) is a warped, deeply religious battle-axe who insists on keeping the children tucked away upstairs.
My plot summary may feel a little incomplete, but that's all you need to know. A word to the wise...stuff gets dark. Darker than most mainstream horror films. While I can't say that I had a blast watching Flowers, this isn't exactly party material. It's grim, more so than your cousin's black metal project (his demos suck, by the way). The cast is strong, especially Fletcher. Why on Earth do I find her to be so attractive? She usually plays despicable characters, and yet, I have a thing for her. Am I unwell? An honorable mention goes out to the score by the exquisite Christopher Young. I'm not used to watching a-movies, so I don't know that you should take this review seriously. For what it's worth, I'd say that Flowers in the Attic is a posh piece of cinema. Recommended to fans of beneficiaries, executors, and other will-related words.
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