Crimson Peak

Crimson Peak ★½

Every bit of blood that shows up here, from blood that seeps out from beneath floors to blood that soaks through snow to a final tear of blood that runs down one character’s cheek in the final moments, is so aware of itself, calls so much attention to itself, that you have to wonder what purpose it’s really playing—to creep out the viewer, or to congratulate Del Toro on his peculiar obsessions? The director telegraphs his fixations on blood and grotesquerie so loudly, so inelegantly, with such groaning obviousness, that these details become comedic landmines in the path of a narrative that itself is not particularly adroit to begin with. This approach does no favors for the three talented leads who are consistently excellent elsewhere but unfortunately come across as completely foolish here.

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