This past weekend, a little horror flick called Grace opened on one inconspicuous theater in Manhattan’s East Village. There was also a presence in one theater out in Los Angeles, but the NYC locale was my only concern. I’d read a slew of positive pre-release press on the film over the last several months, hailing Paul Solet‘s feature-making debut as an effective blend of Roman Polanski, Ingmar Bergman and It’s Alive-minded gore (that’s paraphrased, obviously). It’s about a baby born dead that somehow comes back to life, and all the horror plot devices that Solet could blend into that starting point.
So what’s my verdict, after tons of excitable anticipation? Not as positive as you’d think, though not totally negative, either. Over at Critics Notebook, I’ve gone much deeper. Give it a look, would ya?