For Old Times Sake (Short 2018)

For Old Times Sake (Short 2018). 19m

“A woman returns to the home of her recently deceased parents and is greeted by the malicious boogeyman that haunted her childhood and frankly, heu0026#39;s seen better days! Although decrepit and withered in appearance, he still wickedly taunts and attempts to psychologically break her down to the level of a child again, only the thing is heu0026#39;s actually a part of her as he was born of her fears, and he needs her to exist. Pretty great performances from both actors and thereu0026#39;s a strange and very engaging interplay between the two as thereu0026#39;s something rather pathetic about a powerless boogeymen and heu0026#39;s almost pitiful at points in his cruel attempts to open her old wounds of painful memories and pray upon her fragile mental state, heu0026#39;s so desperate to get her to be scared of him that he almost seems like a junkie trying to get a fix, and sheu0026#39;s very effective too as sheu0026#39;s burdened with guilt over her parents that she couldnu0026#39;t be there for after fleeing her bad memories years before, and her deep-rooted emotional traumas make it hard for her to completely stand up to and banish her wizened old personal demon as he clings to her mind, itu0026#39;s like sheu0026#39;s facing a dark part of herself that will never go away until she is able to let go of all her pain and sadness. I loved the design of the creature, he was subtlety done, he was like a cross between the new Pennywise and the Djinn from Wishmaster, and thereu0026#39;s a creepy hint at a double meaning in the final line that ends it on a more deeply disturbing note… Absolutely terrific, powerfully done horror short, performance and atmospherically driven, eerie and thought provoking, and all in all it goes together to make one of the most beautifully effective short horror films Iu0026#39;ve ever seen, and it doesnu0026#39;t even rely on any jump-scares or bloodshed to draw you in! If our fears are really a part of us than do we need them and should we even learn to trust them on some level in the dark recesses of our minds? Shut all your dusty old doors and lock them tight, lest something forgotten come home to call on you one day…”