Directed by Pat Holden
I came to When the Lights Went Out with absolutely no fixed ideas or suppositions – something that is rare in this age of information saturation. With somewhat misleading posters and hooks (‘based on a true story’ is probably one axiom in the current horror climate absolutely certain to provoke distrust), this reviewer was somewhat surprised to find a domestic ghost story intriguing and alternative – light years away from the usual forged glamour peddled out every time a Hollywood studio attempts to translate something rooted in truth.
When the Lights Went Out is based on The Black Monk of Pontefract (a British poltergeist haunting that occurred in 1974 in the home of Joe and Jean Pritchett). The real-life case in Yorkshire – although never reaching the lofty global proportions in the media of the Amityville Horror – was still devastating to the local community as a whole. One of the greatest strengths of this film is that a viewer’s curiosity will be piqued enough to seek out this true story for themselves. Thankfully bereft of any found footage tropes, the makers have still managed to craft a sobering reality reflective of working-class life in Yorkshire during a time of industrial recession and constant electrical blackouts.
As a haunted house tale, the beginning is a familiar one: The Maynards have purchased a new suburban house in the pursuit of new beginnings. Len, Jenny, and daughter Sally are an archetypal working class family. The hauntings begin subtly but then quickly dovetail into abrasive acts that single out young Sally at the centre of the maelstrom. Monetarily stagnant and with no way to escape their dilemma, Len turns to the local media in order to make some quick cash – and it is at this juncture other residents of the town are drawn into the family’s plight: most notably Sally’s best friend and her high-school teacher ... a man who then becomes charged with finding out the identity of the presence in residence.
What other reviewers have pointed out (and what is outwardly obvious), is there is nothing within this film we haven’t seen before. Instead, it excels in other avenues – most notably how the production has brought to life the aching nostalgia of the period. Here you will see all things 1970s evoked with an uncanny attention to detail: retro cars, flairs, haircuts ... even the carpets and wallpaper. Merge all of this with the cockney accents and you have a fitting movie even without the supernatural overtones. Although things are measured and leisurely in this regard (the supernatural), there are just enough key moments of genuine creepiness involved to make this Yorkshire ghost tale worth the telling. When the human elements of the haunting come into play – relationships ripped asunder because of doubt and suspicion – we see a vulnerable side of the family that is almost heartbreaking. The climax, although riddled with unnecessary special effects, is surprisingly one of hope – something all too rare among the current crop of modern supernatural cinema.
All told, this is an excursion that will not go down among the pantheon of classics; however, I can recommend it for the domestic component alone. Dark, diverse, and above all atypical, When the Lights Went Out is subtle viewing for those of us exhausted by the franchise mill.