Headspace Independent film has changed so radically in the last fifteen years that it's almost impossible in most cases these days to get a feel for the raw power that independent cinema once provided. HEADSPACE has got that rawness, but with the sense of professional productions values that usually only a large studio can provide. And in a decade of useless sequels and remakes of the classics of horror, this movie is a welcome breath of fresh air to the ailing genre.
From the very beginning, in a menace-laced prologue of a seemingly insane mother (played by Sean Young) going on a rampage against her husband (played by actor/director Larry Fessendan) and two sons, it taps into the sense of unease associated with familial secrets. Admittedly, the prologue is a bit of a red herring, but does add to the overall tone of the film, so its obvious misdirection can be forgiven.
After a nastily sodden matriarchal death, we flash ahead to contemporary NYC as a young man sits for a chess game with a sardonic older man in the park. This is our first clue that there might be a connection between Alex (played by stage actor Christopher Denham) and Harry (played by a brilliant talent, Erick Kastel) about which we know nothing.
Later Alex seeks help from doctors (played by Dee Wallace Stone and William Atherton) about his agonizing headaches and his sudden ability to speed read and know secrets about people he's never met before.
The mystery deepens when we find out that Alex sees demons in his nightmares
and they're soon coming through to the real world.
Enough said, or else we might spoil the experience of viewing this excellent film.
The strengths of HEADSPACE far outweigh the weaknesses, but while I'm discussing them
let me say it does suffer a bit from the MTV sickness. You know what I mean, right? You know
those video montage flash-cut editing tricks. I've always found them annoying. It does nothing for the narrative in most cases, and tends only to call attention to the director, not the story. It's when HEADSPACE loses these childish pretensions of mock style that it becomes a truly good horror movie.
The musical score keeps a surprising balance and unity to the narrative, blending seamlessly into the background, despite the jarring rock music thrown in as an afterthought. Without the rock music montages this might have been one of the most perfectly constructed musical scores for a horror film since THE SIXTH SENSE. It was subtle and winding, like a Harold Budd/Brian Eno album for film.
And I don't usually commend an editor because I feel the less conscious we are of the editing the better the editor has done his/her job. But I've got to give some kudos to Elwaldo Baptiste for his condensed style of editing, especially when it comes to trying to fill in all the background we need for the story. It couldn't have been an easy task to get two movies worth of stuff in an hour and half film. But this came off pretty well in the end product.
The special effects are real, folks. No freakin' overused watery CGI crap here. Used sparingly, but to great effect to the end product, I found the only letdown was actually seeing the creatures full on. They suffered a bit from the rubber suit syndrome. But still it does work very well up to that point. Creepy cinematography helps keep them in shadow and just out of focus.
There's a complexity to the story that the packaging belies. Trust me. Don't go by the pathetic synopsis that the packaging provides, or else you're never going to watch this film. And any horror fan should definitely see this. It's not a prefect movie by far--what with the scattered midstream story, the frustrating red herrings tossed in as an attempt to obfuscate an already convoluted narrative, and the useless sex scene thrown in for those who can't seem to find a true demarcation between horror and sexual taboos. But if you can set those minors flaws aside, you'll find a diamond in the rough with HEADSPACE. I'm definitely going to be looking for more from Andrew van den Houten in the future. I think if he can get a few more years of film-making under his belt, he might have something powerful to say in this genre.
--Nickolas Cook
