Synopsis: A group of university friends trekking through the forests of north Sweden are stalked by a malign presence that doesn’t want them to leave.
Stars: Rafe Spall, Robert James-Collier, Arsher Ali, Sam Troughton, Paul Reid, Maria Erwolter
Director: David Bruckner
Running Length: 94 minutes
TMMM Score: (7.5/10)
Review: For a while, it seemed like Netflix was getting to be a place where cheap-o horror was coming to flourish. I can’t tell you how many times I was enticed in by an interesting bit of artwork, description, or star rating only to be opting for something else five or ten minutes in because the movie was garbage. Then, once the company started to become a fledgling-movie studio and wanted to be taken a bit more seriously, you could see a shift in the way they started to acquire content to release under their own banner. While Netflix would soon get into the game of financing their own films, in order to build out their library they had to track down some quality completed work first.
That’s how they came to procure The Ritual, a nifty little horror yarn based on a 2011 novel by British author Adam Nevill. Adapted by Joe Barton who helped to give the story a bit more of an arc and directed by David Bruckner (V/H/S), this was another one of those pleasant surprises I wasn’t expecting to enjoy as much as I did. Like Apostle, what The Ritual may have lacked in overall prestige had it been made in the studio system, it more than makes up for in creativity and atmosphere. Receiving a small release in the UK before Netflix bought it, it’s a movie I can see not being totally right for theaters but working better as an at-home watch.
A yearly weekend trip for a group of five university friends takes on a special meaning a year after losing one to a random act of violence. Paying tribute to their fallen buddy by moving forward with his idea of hiking the mountains in Sweden, Phil (Arsher Ali), Dom (Sam Troughton), Hutch (Robert James-Collier, Downton Abbey), and Luke (Rafe Spall, Prometheus) are approaching middle-age and realizing they aren’t the same kind of friends they were in their youth. They squabble and press each other’ s buttons, clearly missing their one friend who seemed to be the glue that held them all together. The hike isn’t half over before one is injured and they have to find a way back to town. Opting for a shortcut through a nearby wood proves a fatal mistake as the men walk headfirst into a place of evil. Resting for a night in a ramshackle deserted cabin filled with the kind of harbingers of doom that scream “Turn back!”, the men wake up the next morning having had visions of death in their dreams to find strange marks on their body. As the fear of the unknown mounts, so does the paranoia. Unable to find their way out of the forest, they delve further inward toward an unspeakable terror waiting to be fed…and it’s mighty hungry.
With a small cast and modest budget, Bruckner does good work by never letting the audience get too far ahead of the game. There’s a lot of exposition in Barton’s script near the end that has to be conveyed without slowing the action down and it’s nice to see these important final scenes aren’t bogged down by all of this explanation. As is often the case, the solution isn’t always as interesting as the mystery but The Ritual manages keep us engaged longer than most. The gore is doled out appropriately and the performances from the men are nicely metered in comparison to the emotional stakes presented to them.
I hope Netflix continues to take cues from successful acquisitions like The Ritual. While the film may be a bit cliché in some of its crude moments of violence, I liked the quieter times it focused on the men and their relationships to each other. It produces some more than decent chills and works hard to bring its audience into the mood of the situation. A cut above, no doubt.