I have so much affection for Blumhouse. I’ve seen countless of their movies on opening weekend, if not on (or even before) opening night. I’ve even gone several screenings with Blum in attendance—always a fun speaker. Horror is my favorite genre, and a few Blumhouse efforts rank among my favorite horror movies. Alongside A24 and James Wan, Blumhouse has defined horror for the past 15 years. So, needless to say, I was pretty thrilled when I learned that a Blumhouse-themed coffee table book was coming out. The results? A bit of a mixed bag.
When it’s just creatives like James Wan, Mike Flanagan, David Gordon Green, and many others talking about what went into making their movies, it’s great! I loved hearing about these productions, and about Blumhouse itself. Getting to hear about Blum’s van and his so-called genius screenings was particularly interesting. I’ve heard he can be a bit of a Hollywood blow-hard, but Blum seems like a good guy if he’s on your team (several directors quote him as regularly saying “Buddy”). Blum’s introduction to the book is also great. The enthusiasm he feels about the work he’s done is infectious, especially regarding the original Paranormal Activity. I’m always inspired whenever I read about the origins of that phenomenon.
However, I found a lot to take issue with outside of these behind-the-scenes recollections. Every chapter opens with a plot summary of the movie being discussed, and, as a fuckin’ NERD when it comes to these movies, I noticed some errors in several of these summaries. Split’s summary names the wrong personality as the one responsible for kidnapping the girls. The Visit’s incorrectly claims how our protagonists learn about the big twist. Halloween’s completely ignores the context behind a key murder sequence. Happy Death Day’s misinterprets why the killer was freed from the hospital. Perhaps the funniest of all is The Black Phone’s, which describes the basement in which Finney is locked as windowless even though there’s an entire scene of him trying to escape through—checks notes—the window (as my friend, Houston, put it: the window is literally one of the only notable things about that basement). Maybe I’m nitpicking here, but the definitive tome on Blumhouse should not misrepresent its movies in these ways.
I imagine these were written by this Dave Schilling guy who’s credited on the cover. I’d be ashamed of myself if I were him. Especially if he’s the one who wrote the introductions to these chapters and made some of these ludicrous claims, like when it’s suggested that Paranormal Activity was responsible for the success of movies like Cloverfield or District 9—movies that opened BEFORE it. Or when it’s suggested that Leigh Whannell found the humanity at the heart of the Invisible Man, a point he tries to illustrate by not even focusing on the Invisible Man, but on the victims of his monstrous gaslighting. My personal favorite was the claim that Octavia Spencer was in Rob Zombie’s first Halloween and not the second. Now, to be fair, both Spencer and Tate Taylor repeatedly talk about her having been in a Halloween, and the number 2 is nowhere to be found in these recollections. But they get the benefit of the doubt—they could just be using shorthand, or maybe they actually don’t remember which one she was in. The so-called critic/historian writing the context for each of these movies should do his fucking research, though. Come on, dude, give me a break!
Who doesn’t love a good coffee table book? And while this gets the job done in that department, even that part has its issues. We’ve got the big pages filled with beautiful pictures from the movies and their productions. You get to see Chris Landon and Jessica Rothe goofing around on the Happy Death Day set, or David Gordon Green and Andi Matichak goofing around on the Halloween set. We’ve also got fun little kill count/jump scare graphics for each movie, although it’s a little annoying when they’re not describing slashers or they’re describing movies with off-screen deaths. The back of the book has some fun, if questionable, lists: Blumhouse’s top ten boogeymen (Calux from Truth or Dare…?) and top ten twists (The Wolf Man…?). Theres a two-page spread that features photos of some Blumhouse directors on set, but I wish there were more. What we have feels a bit scattershot and random. Though I do appreciate highlighting lesser-known Blumhouse productions, I don’t think we need a picture of alleged rapist Rob Cohen on the set of The Boy Next Door. Also, the photo descriptors are hard to read—you need to use your phone’s flashlight and camera zoom. One of them is absolutely indecipherable. If I hadn’t recognized Catherine Hardwicke, I wouldn’t have been able to figure out the movie from which that pic was taken (it’s Plush, by the way). Finally, my favorite inclusion might be the comprehensive list of every single Blumhouse production, but even this isn’t without issue. I imagine David Gelb is listed as the director of Unfriended because the writer wasn’t paying attention and the proofreader wasn’t expected to know the intricacies of the Blumhouse director cannon. But rest assured, there’s are dozens of dorks out there who know their shit when it comes to Blumhouse.m, and they will take notice. Honestly, I havent written off the possibility that some of this was written by AI.
Fortunately, the majority of this book is directors, writers, actors, and other creatives talking about the movies they made, and that stuff is engaging. I devoured that content, and wanted more. So, in the end, I would recommend this if you’re at all interested in any of these movies. Just know that not all parties involved put forth their full effort.