Writer, director and producer Erik Bloomquist’s Ghost Tour is a charming, polished, well handled and ultimately disappointing piece. Make no mistake however, this isn’t because it fluffs the ball on a technical level. Far from it. The setting of the unremarkable (in the narrative anyway, actually the film was made at Mark Twain House) museum the day before it’s due to be demolished is a beautifully created and wonderful physical representation of the past being eroded. The acting is spot on too, evoking a very cosy feeling that’s family friendly in the best possible way; one of the hardest things for a horror film to achieve and still be satisfying.
The mystery surrounding what happened on a fateful night in the building that used to be a school is pitched perfectly. Just enough weirdness and creepy acting from the visitors who know too much for it to be gripping no matter your age. Yes, it’s all a bit seen-it-all-before, but it’s carried off with such success that it all works for it, in a way. Sometimes, when the nights draw in, you kind of want a cosy ghost story that ticks all the boxes and you can tell what’s coming next. It’s a very reassuring experience.
And then, to quote film critics/podcasters Richard Lawrence and Chris Sykes, it narratively drops a bollock, building to a ending we’re all expecting, and all expecting to be pulled off well. Except it isn’t. It’s just a bit limp. You’re left there with a feeling of “go on then, go through with it”, but it never does. The film just ends, and that’s really unsatisfying. Let me demonstrate.
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