Sometimes children are creepy. Especially if the children drive their nannies to suicide and cause baboons to attack.
Which brings me to The Omen.
The first time I saw this film I was sure that it would be cheesy and unmemorable.
Boy was I wrong.
The film reminded me of my days of babysitting. I remember the tantrums. The cacophony of screams and babbles. I remember how my body ached to be free from the children.
I remember all of these things because the most significant element of this film is how neither parent is able to bond with their child. He becomes alien to them.
I could sympathize. I didn’t always have a bond to the children.
The horrific things that happen in the film feel plausible. What I mean to suggest is that you could easily watch this film from the view point that both parents are loosing their minds.
What if the child is a healthy normal child of no dark origins. In that instance this film would represent the story of a crumbling family.
It is that doubt that eats away at Gregory Peck’s character. His struggle is what really gives weight to this story. He loves his son.
There are some utterly frightening moments that give this film immediacy.
Take for instance Mrs. Baylock. Her performance was amazing. Somewhere between her clipped responses and her deep voice lurks pure evil.
This is a fantastic movie.
If you want to really question your faith you can look up the story of the making of the movie.
Or watch the documentary on the collector’s disc. There were a lot of ‘fatalities’ and accidents that befell the creators of this film.