Movie Review: Veronica
There are only a handful of things to do in a small town like mine: work, drink, and watch Spanish language films on Netflix.
This Monday was extra boring because nobody was fighting on Facebook, nobody was fighting at work and all the guys on Grindr were all boring or looking for weird things (sorry dirty sock fetish guy but that’s never gonna happen.)
A few days ago, I had seen an ad for this movie named “Veronica” on Facebook stating that it was making people stop watching halfway through. Because it was terrible? Because it was too scary?
Curiosity got the best of me.
“Veronica” is a Spanish Paranormal Horror/Thriller about the titular character who, after playing with a Ouija board to speak to her deceased father, is plagued by a spirit who follows her.
Filled with the typical scenes usually found in a film of this genre (refer to my review on “Winchester”) this film was surprising in the fact that I got scared. Only one other movie succeed to scare me and that was 2012s “Sinister.” Now, I do admit that I am a slight wuss when it comes to watching scary movies alone… at night… with just my sleeping French Bulldog to protect me…
The movie starts with a distressed phone call to the police and spirals from there. The night scenes, as we all know from previous installments from the genre, keeps us glued to the screen (I even told a guy I was messaging to hold on… my attention was elsewhere.)
There are two scenes that are crowning achievements in this film though and one of them occurs right in the middle of the film when Veronica gets a ghostly visit from her father (who stands nude) chanting… whispering… her name repeatedly.
The other occurs at the end when she goes to visit her friend, Rosa, who also participated in the Ouija board fun. You can hear the pain Veronica is going through in her voice… the strained way she screams, “Rosa!” reminds me of Marlon Brando with “Stella!”
Veronica, played by debut actress Sandra Escacena, is directed by Paco Plaza who also directed the Spanish “Rec” films (which also turned into the American remake of “Quarantine”) is worth the hour and forty-five sit time. Even if you don’t like scary movies the actors alone are worth viewing the film. Ivàn Chavero plays the youngest child, Antoñito, and he’s one of the cutest kids I’ve seen grace a movie screen (and here, please, tell me if I’m wrong.)
I recommend a good cuddle buddy though.