The Bare Bones: A film crew working on a dissertation about Alzheimer's begins filming the life of Deborah Logan, but as the symptoms get stranger, they begin to beleive something more sinister might be happening.
I always feel weird when mental illness is used in horror films, because it's one of those things that already gets a bad rap, and I think showing in in horror can make that worse. That being said, I also understand that it's an easy mark for horror. The Taking of Deborah Logan, however, manages to maintain a sense of tact while making it clear that it's a possession film.
Useless panic. That's a hard thing to make, and it's one that alot of thespians tend to overdo, but this crew did it well. They managed to make most of the characters, if not likable, at least relatable, and that, particularly in horror is a a feat. Major Kudos to Jill Larson (Deborah Logan) for so accurately portraying the slow, hopeless terror that her character was experiencing.
There are not many effects in this movie. It's not bloody, it's not body-shock, and there isn't a lot of gore. But what there is, my god, is gorgeous. The few (one in particular) scenes that do go for it, manage to blend 'wtf' with the overwhelming horror of realization. The slow dawn of visual understanding is a thing of beauty, and well worth the wait.
You know that sick feeling you get when one of your friends is doing something really stupid, and you know the nights about to go to shit? That's the sensation that I had throughout almost this entire movie. It's stressful, but in a fun way. Everything that happens leaves you wondering, 'Oh god, what now?' and the climax is just that- a climax.
I really liked this movie. It's a lesser known Gem that I would happily throw at my friends, but here's the thing- It's not that memorable. Apart from that one scene, nothing shocked me enough to stay with me. It ended as soon as I turned it off, and I do prefer my horrors to linger.