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| Roger Ebert |
“The Spiderwick Chronicles” is a terrific entertainment for the whole family, except those below a certain age, who are likely to be scared out of their wits. What is that age? I dunno; they’re your kids. But I do know the PG classification is insane, especially considering what happens right after a father says he loves his son. This is a PG-13 movie for sure. But what will cause nightmares for younger kids will delight older ones, since here is a well-crafted family thriller that is truly scary and doesn’t wimp out.
Based on a well-known series of five books, the movie involves a soon-to-be divorced mom and her three children who come to live in a creepy old mansion. This is Spiderwick, named after her great-uncle, Arthur Spiderwick, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The house itself is one of the stars of the movie, looking Victorian Gothic with countless nooks and crannies and shadows and scary sounds. Is it haunted? Nothing that comforting. It’s ... inhabited.
The mother is Helen Grace (Mary-Louise Parker), who is battling with
the rebellious Jared (Freddie Highmore), one of her twin sons. He
doesn’t like being away from his dad, is homesick, doesn’t want
anything to do with this dusty and spider-webby old ruin that was left
to his mom by her aunt. Jared’s brainy twin, Simon, looks remarkably
identical, no doubt because he is also played by Freddie Highmore, born
1992, a gifted young actor best known for “Finding Neverland,” “August
Rush” and “The Golden Compass.” The twins’ sister is the plucky Mallory
(Sarah Bolger), a fencer who seldom goes anywhere without her sword,
which is just as well in this movie. You may remember how good she was
in “In America” (2002).
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Hogsqueal, the hog goblin, is one of the supernatural creatures that Jared Grace (Freddie Highmore) encounters in “The Spiderwick Chronicles.”
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Jared is the kind of kid who is always getting blamed for everything.
When stuff starts disappearing, for example, he gets the rap. When he
hears noises in the wall and punches holes in it, he’s being
destructive. But he’s brave, and when he finds a hidden dumbwaiter, he
hauls himself up to a hidden room -- his grandfather’s study, left
undisturbed after all these years. This room fairly reeks of forbidden
secrets.
Don’t read further unless you already know, as the Web site makes
abundantly clear, that he finds a “field guide” to the unseen world
left by his great, great-uncle (David Strathairn), and that with its
help and a Seeing Stone, Jared can see goblins, sprits, hobgoblins,
ogres, trolls and griffins, which themselves can take many shapes. Some
of them are amusing, like Thimbletack (voice by Martin Short), some
alarming, like Boggart (Short again), some helpful like Hogsqueal
(voice by Seth Rogen) but undependable. And some of the newly visible
creatures are truly alarming, like Mulgarath. The credits say his voice
is by Nick Nolte, but I gotta say that all of Mulgarath looks a lot
like the real Nick Nolte to me.
Anyway, Jared finally convinces his brother, and then his sister and
mother, that what he reports is real, and then, after pages from the
field guide get into Mulgarath’s hands, the Circle of Protection around
the house is threatened, and the Graces are faced with dire threats.
This is all done with a free mixture of lighthearted action, heavy
action, and some dramatic scenes that, as I said, are pretty heavy
going for younger imaginations. The movie is distinguished by its
acting, not least by the great Joan Plowright as old Aunt Lucinda.
Strathairn is completely credible as a spirit-world investigator,
although exactly where the sparkling points of light take him, and what
he does there, is a little murky.
They say be careful what you ask for because you might get it. I’ve
often hailed back to the really creepy moments in Disney classics, like
what happens to Dumbo and Bambi and the witch in “Snow White,” and I’ve
complained that recent family movies are too sanitized. This one,
directed by Mark Waters (“The House of Yes,” “Freaky Friday”), doesn’t
skip a beat before its truly horrific moments, so if you’re under 8 or
9 years old, don’t say you weren’t warned.
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Roger Ebert, a Pulitzer Prize-winning film critic, is a syndicated columnist based at the Chicago Sun-Times.
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