My quick rating – 2.3/10. I went into Sanctus House completely blind. No trailer. No reviews. Just a 64-minute runtime, Richard Grieco‘s name on the poster, and a plot about a haunted house. Sometimes, that’s enough for a buried treasure to be found. Other times, it feels like you’re in the haunted house, but every actor called in sick.
It is a promising start to a movie with two people running around the forest until one of them yells off-screen, and the other falls off a cliff. All the while, the camera fixates itself on what appears to be the most aggressively mundane house ever. A news report informs us that the infamous Sanctus House has claimed two more victims, only for a police officer to shrug and basically blame hiking accidents instead. If the haunted house isn’t involved, someone owes that poor building an apology.
Enter four college students researching urban legends. Naturally, they end up recording YouTube videos instead, because that’s how all serious academic research begins. Richard Grieco plays the caretaker, looking like he’s seen far scarier things than this script. He explains his father built the house, starts dropping bits of family tragedy, and before long, the movie starts steering toward something far more religious than supernatural.
The biggest problem is that every character feels like they were assembled from the “Generic Horror Cast Starter Kit.” Skeptic, worrier, curiosity seeker, and one whose only character quality is existing until the next scary moment happens. There is not much that happens beyond functional in the dialogue with acting ranging from stiff to melodramatic. I knew something was brewing when Cam (Aden Pettet) suddenly quoted a Bible verse out of nowhere. That’s usually not a subtle storytelling cue.
To its credit, Sanctus House squeezes some decent production value out of its budget. The drone shots of the surrounding landscape actually look quite nice and occasionally give the film a bigger scope than it deserves. Unfortunately, the special effects budget appears to have been allocated to “invisible attackers,” leaving much of the horror to your imagination. Sometimes less is more. Here, less is…well…less.
The film loses all subtlety in the end. It repeatedly hammers home its Christian message with all the finesse of someone trying to assemble IKEA furniture using a sledgehammer. Regardless of whether you believe the same things that the filmmakers do, it is such an awkward delivery of the message that it just dominates everything else. The ending alone is as much of a punch to the face as a cotton ball hitting carpet. Followed by more religious text and behind-the-scenes stills that looked considerably more entertaining than the preceding hour.
I don’t mind horror films with faith-based themes when they’re woven naturally into the story. Sanctus House doesn’t weave. It swings. From the two-dimensional characters, lackluster dialogue, minimal scare factor, and fizzled ending, this house of horrors never justifies the hour spent. The only urban legend here is that someone might find this genuinely frightening.
