Incarnate

It's all a wild jumble of half-baked, derivative ideas and arbitrary rules, all of which add up to a suspense-free horror narrative as murky as its lighting.

Strident rhetoric is required for describing Brad Peyton's latest film, a maddening hodgepodge of ideas that range from undercooked to unoriginal.

Incarnate, much like its central character at key moments, barely seems to have a pulse.

Dense with plot and mythology, the film is refreshingly unpredictable - if only because guessing what comes next would require understanding what the hell is going on.

Incarnate is such a pointless bit of hackwork that it almost makes the recent horror dud Shut In seem focused by comparison.

Offers a relatively fresh take on standard-issue exorcism-melodrama tropes, along with a performance by Aaron Eckhart that is more than persuasive enough to encourage the investment of a rooting interest.

This horror movie tries to set itself apart from other demon-possession movies by inventing an interesting new mythology, but eventually it gets tired, bogged down and lost in its own rule book.

The result isn't even close to what could be expected, since its ending it's like a pastiche of many things and nothing at the same time. [Full review in Spanish]

The mixture of genres and the well-executed twist offered by Incarnation's premise, above the usual formula, is what saves it from burning. [Full review in Spanish]

A horror film that recaptures elements of the classics to mix them indistinctly and clumsily into a fragile reflection on dreams and time, and ends up being a predictable disaster. [Full review in Spanish]

A pile of cliches under a mountain of stupidity. [Full review in Portuguese.]

The preposterous climax is merely a ploy to ensure a sequel -- a proposition that is scarier than anything else in Incarnate.