Review Summary: PG charms; as in prism guidance.
A prism refracts light, and points it exactly where the wielder pleases. Yet light seems an oxymoron when one is dealing with ghosts, a spooky “something” sitting on your bed, zombies, werewolves, graves and other such nocturnal ramifications. I guess the same could be said with regard to Ryan Gosling, when one puts his procession under a prism.
Raised in a Mormon family -as a child- Gosling started his career starring in Disney club, then went into the family edition of light horror entertainment (Are you afraid of the dark, Goosebumps etc). As an adult, his choices toggle romantic comedy, drama or psychological thrillers, almost compulsively seeking balance between independent productions and major studios. Dead man’s bones, is neither the soundtrack of realistic nightmares, nor a descent into the folkloric manifestations humanity chose to project its deepest fears upon. It’s a roller coaster ride through the carnival’s horror house, when Hollywood Boulevard is outside and the sun will still shine when the ride ends… children will eat candy or ice-cream and choirs of little voices will prevail all that is evil in this world. Now, in night times this may provide an alternative to a PG Halloween movie perhaps, however, the candles burning in the pumpkins light too bright for us to be truly scared.
Josef Smith with his prisms believed in friendly universes. Besides stating that he could never really identify with his religious upbringing - Gosling’s musical outtake believes in those as well, plus Hollywood’s take on horror lies inherently under the prism of entertainment, converting its doctrine on disciples walking the path of its refraction over time. There lies its charm, there lies its deficiencies; too many flowers grow out of these graves, and when the end credits drop you may realise that Edgar or "H.P.", will not care enough to turn in theirs, but most importantly you will realise - that you feel safe. Yes, nothing will rise underneath reaching for your ankle; sleep tight but if you don’t believe me, feel free to leave your Mickey night light on. Just in case…