Lady in White (1988) is based on the urban legend of the Lady in White; no duh. It has the “Derry” feel or any of the King stories with kids and small towns – It, Silver Bullet, Stand By Me. Should I go on? – Too bad it isn’t as good.
The story is narrated by Frankie Scarlatti as an adult as he recounts an experience that he had when he was nine. At one point, I thought I was watching a horrible Neverending Story remake, but that didn’t last long, thank the movie gods.
There is so much in this film that is blatantly taken from other films I wanted to scream. Even the effects aren’t original or really good. With all that was taken from others, I’d have thought that it would’ve been better, but it wasn’t done in a way that anything fit or made sense.
When the twist comes along, I’m excited that something is actually going to happen in this boring encounter with ghosts that has a touch of the Goonies interlaced into its weave. I don’t understand how this is classified as horror, it’s barely a thriller. And then, I threw up a little in my mouth when the Lady in White and Melissa are reunited. Totally not horror.
I give The Lady in White 2.5 out of 5 Stars.