What starts
off as a compelling and psychotic rendition of Linda Blair on The Exorcist soon turns into a twisted
and ambiguous story line. Was Jack a vampire? Was his bed-wetting issue part of
his transition as a young boy? And what's all this about seeping into a dark
underworld under the bed? Weird.
The element
of the Mickey Mouse nightlight was both comforting and unsettling, for Mickey,
"usually a symbol of good and fun" is still "a mere rat, savage
and primitive." (20) I wouldn't be able to sleep either if I thought
Mickey was trying to eat me. But was he trying to eat him, thus turning him
into this flesh-eating beast? I don't get it.
Although the
words were full of gaudy horror, the story was quite vague. It seemed that Jack
was this self-made monster with an obsessive fear and repressed childhood issues.
He really needed therapy actually.
I'd like to
say that this would be a decent, scary story for teens, like those Goosebump
books I used to read, but I just felt that there were too many holes in it, which
could be translated to mystery, but, in this case, they were black nothings of
confusion.
My rating: 2.5 stars
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