Review: The House With A Clock in the Walls

There are movies where I wish I had done a little research before diving in and watching.  A House With A Clock in the Walls is one of those wishful “research” moments.    If I had known the director was some kind of horror buff, I would have stayed as far away as possible.  But my naivety led to a 2-hour nightmare.

When I say nightmare, it is because I do not handle horror films very well and this one was far more on the occult side of things than I care to watch.  Shockingly, it is only rated PG, even with the satan heads on mechanical bodies, rising of the dead, and demonic characters making spells. I have no idea how this didn’t at least get a PG-13 rating. This movie matched better with The Craft than with children’s movies. 

There wasn’t much I enjoyed about The House With A Clock in the Walls. I went in expecting a funny little film starring Jack Black, and I left needing to find a happy place.  Even the graphics and acting lacked luster.  From fake crying to a weird Jack Black baby, nothing seemed to mesh well. 

I realize most reviews are from a 1-5 star rating, but to even give this a star seems generous.  I cannot in good conscience say it even deserved a tick in the scale. 

NOPE… NOPE…NOPE….