The dark and gloomy feelings are very strong in the Netflix production of The Haunting of Hill House, which made me happy, though I’m getting tired of creators passing off psychological drama as horror. While they share some of the same DNA, they are not the same, if anything this should be considered Thriller, but not Horror.

I give this re-imaging of Shirley Jackson’s amazing novel of the same name kudos for doing something different, but as with any remake, I’m always left shaking my head wondering What the fuck was that?  Yes, it’s beautiful, the sets are amazing, the apparitions are creepy, but I needed more. At least it was better than the 1999 film, The Haunting.

While watching these laboriously long episodes with flashbacks and forwards, enough to make my head spin, I was more intrigued with the bits focused Hill House and the not the overdone melodrama unfolding in the Crain family. The story is Möbius strip going nowhere, and I can’t figure out what caused members of the audience to come to nausea, faint or lose sleep. Seriously, over this?

I’d hoped that the final episode would’ve given more, but it was just the same sad family fighting their demons. Based on visuals alone, I give The Haunting of Hill House 3 out of 5 Stars.

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