It's perhaps close to impossible to let bygones be bygones when your dear ones are taken away from you in a snap of a finger and be able to move on. But such is life. And Ethan (an effective Thomas Mann) learns it the hard way when his parents succumb to a car crash, forcing him to drop out of college to look after his younger brother and sister. All is not lost however, as he still makes time for his passion project to work on a gizmo that can generate wireless electricity. Although the tinkering doesn't do much to light a nearby bulb, little does he know that his experiment may have lit something dark and otherworldly. Coming close on the heels of
Hereditary,
Our House's exploration of grief and death-is-not-the-end trope is more subdued than nerve-wracking, but first-time director Anthony Scott Burns firmly sticks to genre conventions, while underserving both the emotional heft and scares. And by the time they do arrive, it's all too late.
Our House, despite its deliberate pacing and technical polish, ultimately fails to charge up. It's a moody little chiller, perfectly serviceable and nothing more.
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