For a home movie --as the end credit says this is-- "He's Watching" is not as terrible as some claim. It's interesting because it's a family project, between a filmmaker dad, a singer mom, their two children, friends and neighbors, made during the global quarantine of the pandemic, but, to be honest, it's annoying or maybe worse. "He's Watching" is so hackneyed and puerile, that I ended up finding it... bad. At least, for 45 minutes I was watching gratuitous subjective shots and hearing amplified noises and pseudo music, putting together a very silly story of obnoxious demons, which I finished watching up to an even sillier ending, with all the solutions given by a know- all little boy (Lucas, played by Lucas, the director's son). Well, that silly we the audience can also be...
I sincerely believe that good horror movies are not being made in the United States. Times have changed, but the formulas have not. They are very archaic and basic; but even in this sense, this type of cinema with diabolic entities and the like has better authors in the East. It seems there is no more advanced understanding of what fear is, of its more sophisticated variants, closer to real experience, to true fear. The irrational fear that arises from ignorance... It is not here. It is an accumulation of sound and visual effects that add up to little.
And I don't know... the reactions of its own American audiences are very strange. Given a sophisticated and elegant version of the root of fear through a ghost story (as «I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House»), an aggressive pack rips it apart. If they give them an artifact like this, a typical film product of Los Angeles, they also despise it. Therefore, I think I am not so clueless when I recommend that we should watch horror films from other places and industries, at least to refresh our mind a bit, give the goats and reverse stars a vacation, and see other disturbing options, in search of the root of real fear in each of us.
I sincerely believe that good horror movies are not being made in the United States. Times have changed, but the formulas have not. They are very archaic and basic; but even in this sense, this type of cinema with diabolic entities and the like has better authors in the East. It seems there is no more advanced understanding of what fear is, of its more sophisticated variants, closer to real experience, to true fear. The irrational fear that arises from ignorance... It is not here. It is an accumulation of sound and visual effects that add up to little.
And I don't know... the reactions of its own American audiences are very strange. Given a sophisticated and elegant version of the root of fear through a ghost story (as «I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House»), an aggressive pack rips it apart. If they give them an artifact like this, a typical film product of Los Angeles, they also despise it. Therefore, I think I am not so clueless when I recommend that we should watch horror films from other places and industries, at least to refresh our mind a bit, give the goats and reverse stars a vacation, and see other disturbing options, in search of the root of real fear in each of us.