Synopsis
Reeling from the unexpected death of her husband, Beth is left alone in the lakeside home he built for her. Soon she begins to uncover her recently deceased husband's disturbing secrets.
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Cast
- Rebecca HallBeth
- Sarah GoldbergClaire
- Vondie Curtis-HallMel
- Evan JonigkeitOwen
- Stacy MartinMadelyne
- David AbelesGary
- Christina JacksonHeather
- Patrick KleinBob
- Crystal SwanPrincipal
- Catherine WeidnerTeacher
Recommendations
- 75
The Playlist
Bruckner’s elegantly crafted film falls some way short of its grandest ambitions, but still sends you out into the night with a chill in your bones and the hairs stiff on the back of your neck. - 70
Slashfilm
The horror on display here is so powerful, and Hall’s work is so strong, that you’re bound to come away from The Night House properly haunted. - 70
Arizona Republic
The destination is a letdown, but the journey there is harrowing and rewarding. Hall’s powerful and affecting performance is the biggest reason why. - 67
IndieWire
Great horror movies should feel unsafe, but this one just leaves you feeling beaten down. - 63
Movie Nation
The Night House serves up the subtle horror of expectations, invites us to join our heroine in fearing the worst, perhaps simply resigned to it. And Hall makes everything we see and that Beth experiences credible, which may be the creepiest thing about it. - 60
Variety
Though this tale of a new widow’s apparent haunting gets progressively lost in a narrative maze that’s complicated without being particularly rewarding, director David Bruckner suffuses the action with enough dread and unpleasant goosings to make this an above-average genre exercise. - 60
The Guardian
There are enough crafty surprises buried within The Night House to just about outweigh the elements that don’t work quite as well, mainly because it’s all delivered with such fiery conviction by Hall. The house might be built on shaky foundations but its inhabitant is utterly unshakable. - 58
The Film Stage
Whether it’s because of the script or David Bruckner’s so-so direction, its attempts at eschatological dread don’t quite stick.
