Director and co-writer James Wan’s Malignant very much wants to be something it’s not: one of those over-the-top, gonzo horror movies that are more fun than scary and the kind of movie that feels like a find. You know, a movie you show your friends just to hear them say, How’d I miss that one!?
Granted, Malignant’s third act reveal is nuts enough that it almost redeems this clunker, and Wan pours on the ultra-violence in a few ways that make you laugh despite yourself (that’s a compliment), but it still misses the mark for a whole boatload of reasons.
The characters are shockingly dull. If ever a movie called for big personalities, it was this one, and the lack of even one memorable character is what surprised me the most—they are all forgettable across the board.
Annabelle Wallace is our protagonist, Madison, a pregnant and abused wife who
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