You
know, in MY day when they made an Invisible Man movie, they MADE an Invisible
Man movie. Filmmakers really knew what
the audience wanted to see back in those days.
They also knew exactly what a man would really do once he became
invisible. That of course, is go to the
nearest girls’ locker room and spy on college girls showering. If you don’t believe me, just go watch The
Man Who Wasn’t There in 3-D, The Invisible Kid, and The Invisible Maniac. You know, the classics.
In
this newfangled Invisible Man, there’s only one dang shower scene and the
Invisible Man doesn’t even sneak a peek.
Then again, the woman in question is his wife, so he’s already seen her
naked, but still.
To
make matters worse, he keeps harassing his wife and trying to drive her
crazy. He steals her bedsheets at night,
makes her burn her bacon, and harms her loved ones by making it look like she
did it. Dude, you’re freaking invisible
and you’re spending all your energy on your ex?
There are plenty of invisible fish in the sea.
Remember
when Universal Studios made The Mummy with Tom Cruise and it was going to open
the doors for a Universal Monsters shared universe? Except no one went to see it, so they
canceled it. The Mummy was a big budget
epic with a fun sense of adventure and cool special effects. This is like a Lifetime Movie, but with an
Invisible Man. It should’ve been called
Stalked by My Invisible Ex or Escaping Invisibility or Mother, May I Sleep with
the Invisible Man? or some shit. The
budget was so pathetic that there are only like six special effects shots in
the whole thing and even the most rudimentary effect (like a gun floating in
mid-air) looked better in the Invisible Man films from the ‘30s and ‘40s.
It’s
like they forgot how to make an Invisible Man movie. Never mind the fact that he doesn’t spy on
college girls showering. The worst
aspect is that it’s not a serum that turns him invisible, it’s a suit. That means the formula doesn’t turn him
crazy, he’s already crazy from the get-go, which is a gross miscalculation. Universal Monsters always worked when there
was a tinge of sympathy. The Wolf Man
didn’t want to turn into a werewolf, Frankenstein didn’t ask to be created,
Dracula was just looking for someone to love, and the Invisible Man was the
victim of a side effect of a poorly tested drug. (Nowadays, there’d be a commercial listing
the possible side effects, including coughing, fever, and turning batshit
insane.) Heck, even the Universal
Monsters of the 21st century were sympathetic.
Another
miscalculation is having the whole thing hinge on the wife. Imagine if James Whale made The Invisible Man
with Gloria Stuart as the star and gave Claude Rains one freaking line for 75%
of the running time. I get what they’re
trying to say. She’s trying to escape a
bad relationship, and wherever she goes, he’s still with her, even if she can’t
see him. It’s Invisible Me Too. It’s just that the handling of everything is
so TV Movie of the Week. Give me the
Mission: Impossible, but with a Mummy
treatment of the Universal classics any day.
Either that or they should’ve taken the Guillermo del Toro route and sexed
up the monster a la The Shape of Water.
You can’t tell me it wouldn’t been awesome seeing the Invisible Man
knocking the invisible boots.
This
Invisible Man is also one of those Woman Takes a Long Pointless Walk Down a
Hallway Only to Be Frightened by the Obvious Jump Scare movie. There’s hardly a sound for minutes on end,
then the soundtrack CRASHBOOMBANGSCREECHES to overcompensate for the
predictably placed jump scare. In fact,
this is probably one of the quietest films I’ve seen in a long time. So quiet in fact that the sound from the
theater next door threatened to drown out what little noise was coming from our
screen. Heck, I started getting more
caught up from the sounds coming from the wall than the sights coming from the
screen.
I
can’t say it’s all bad though. There’s
one great scene where a woman is being a total Karen to her server in a
restaurant and the Invisible Man has enough of her shit and cuts her
throat. You know you’re in trouble with
a horror movie when your most sympathetic character is the waiter.