As directors, are the Guard brothers trying to emulate anyone in particular? With an actor of David Strathairn's caliber, you would think The Uninvited would have more ambitions than its twists, and the bets I made at the midpoint of the film were fairly accurate, though I was off an interstice about the extent of the protagonist's delusional state. Mental illness actually does have its own internal logic, though I did not pursue the counseling techniques therapists use to empty the candy dish. Emily Browning's near angelic naivete is almost a facade, but not quite. Insanity can alter superficial facial expressions, but it can also suck you into its own vortex. I had a client or two like the character Anna, sympathetic and even attractive women of whom I thought, "If they know I'm there for them, if I advocate hard enough, I can make their suffering stop," since I felt it as I felt my own. In other words, mental health contains this same dichotomies found in disabilities: there is mood disorder, there is mental illness, and then there is (more rarely) the sick sick, the insane like the Mildred Kemp of the movie, who provides the counter intuitive plot, which does not mean this was in any way particularly challenging, or genuinely horrific; there were seeds, however, grains within the jump cuts, that signaled there was an interesting story here, but no one involved had the stomach to reach harder for it.
I am rushing, as I need to sit down and make a schedule if I am going to make one last grand effort towards a stabilizing career as a senior, but I may return to this, and sweat my diction on the grindstone.
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