I've been telling my fellow onliners for a couple of years now:
dump the VCR and get a DVD. There are good ones for under
$250 and inexpensive rentals of the discs coupled with the clarity
of the picture should ring the death knell for VHS tapes. I now tell
the few who are holding out to see "The Ring." "Watch the tape
and you die," not "Watch the DVD and you die" (though, to be
honest, I'd have to say this could be the tagline of any sequel).
Hmmm...come to think of it maybe your safest bet is to scrap
your TV and go to the movies every night instead. "The Ring" is
one creepy-crawly-scary movie, full of surreal imagery (though it's
shown in flashbacks about six times too many), with some
powerful acting by Naomi Watts who looked better with shorter
hair in "Mulholland Drive" And oh, yes, we're introduced to a
young man who could be the next Haley Joel Osment, David
Dorfman as the almost equally prescient kid, one who sees not
dead people but one particular deceased girl and who can foretell
the number of days you have left by looking at your palm.
I haven't seen the Japanese version, "Ringu," from which this
was adapted but I trust that the Americans did a better job with a
foreign pic than they did with, say, "Point of No Return" and "The
Vanishing." The Japanese, who apparently get spirited away by
horror as much as they dig anime, went in droves to "Ringu."
setting some sort of box office record in East Asia.
What's special about this? For one thing, no octopuses crawl
out of people's stomachs and no all-American guys get turned into
vampires; though, unfortunately, director Gore Verbinski could not
resist turning one head into a skull and another's into the
standard-issue chalk-white and by now thoroughly unscary hunk
of physiognomy. For another, Hans Zimmer's music is perfect,
adding frights to the already hyper proceedings on the screen.
The acting is, as mentioned, grade-A, with nobody in the cast
winking at the audience as though to announce that we're back in
camp.
The eponymous ring is a visual that opens a video record with
Dali-esque imagery that could find a home in New York's
Guggenheim or Museum of Modern Art. While we find out toward
the end what the ring symbolizes, it looks to us like the final
stage of a total eclipse of the sun and is followed by seemingly
disjointed shots of a ladder, an oval mirror featuring a woman who
moves and disappears, and a lighthouse. Early on four teens
watch a tape at a motel cabin in the state of Washington. All die,
which prompts Seattle journalist Rachel Keller (Naomi Watts),
who is related to one of the deceased, to look into the matter.
She finds a tape, watches it, the phone rings, and a disembodied
female voice says "7 days." The inevitable movie titles progress,
Day 1, Day 2, etc., and as the week goes on Rachel brings in her
ex-boyfriend Noah (Martin Henderson) for his advice. He watches,
then Rachel's son Aidan (David Dorfman) partakes of the
entertainment, and of the three Aidan is the most into the action
because he like Haley Joel Osment is connected to the dead, in
this case a girl named Samara (Daveigh Chase). Since you can
die only once, Rachel watches the tape again, using it to travel to
the scenes depicted therein.
Coincidences and outlandish developments occur, but
remember we're in the world of the supernatural in which anything
can happen and always does. For example, who belongs to the
voice on the phone and how does said voice know that the owner
of the instrument has just watched the tape, and how did the
caller get the number? Suffice it to say that in the land of
Rosemary's Baby, a diabolical kid seeking revenge finds this
child's play,
While the film has more endings than Beethoven's Fifth, "The
Ring" catches the brass one, its inhabitants going through a
merry-go-round of investigative reporting to try to save their own
skins and to get to the bottom of this mystery. Horror expert
Maitland McDonagh stated in a recent Sunday New York Times
article that maybe ten percent of the genre are good. "The Ring"
qualifies for its visuals, its convincing performances, and its ability
to deliver the only quality that horror films absolutely must, the
scares.
Copyright © 2002 Harvey Karten