Stream It Or Skip It: ‘Eli’ on Netflix, Which Recycles All the Creepy-Kid and Haunted-House Cliches

Netflix shambles along through the October-horror graveyard with Eli, a haunted-house/creepy-kid movie from Sinister 2 director Ciaran Foy. There’s a scene in the film where a mother prays for her son’s debilitating illness to be cured, and it was a familiar sight — I myself had just whispered one to the movie gods, hoping that Eli wouldn’t be yet another boilerplate boo-fest.

ELI: STREAM IT OR SKIP IT?

The Gist: Eli (Charlie Shotwell) is a sick kid. He’s deathly allergic to air, water and dust; one inhalation, and he swells with hives all over his body. As these tragic cases go, he’s a “bubble boy,” kept in a sterile plastic room, free from contaminants. Before you can say “Moops!”, his desperate parents (Kelly Reilly and Max Martini) have packaged him in an airtight spacesuit and schlepped him cross-country to see a “miracle worker,” Dr. Isabella Horn (Lili Taylor), who promises a cure. The doc has cured every single one of her previous patients, right? RIGHT?

So. This place where Dr. Horn works her magic. You have to drive to a remote locale where an old mansion sits on a hill in an omnipresent fog. It’s a “clean house” with a decontamination chamber at the entrance, and Eli can exist inside without his suit or bubble. The moaning and groaning you hear is just the machinery required to keep the building interior pristine, and I imagine installing it required retrofitting the ventilation system exhaustively, pun totally intended. It had to have been expensive. But one thing they skimped on was contracting a medium to shoo out the specters, which only Eli can see, because they’re a side effect of his medication, the doc insists. Uh huh. The breath fogging up the windows and the shadowy image of a crackity-boned, deathly pale girl sure looks convincing to us. And then there’s a red-haired girl (Sadie Sink of Stranger Things fame), who chats with Eli from the patio on the other side of the window, and appears to be real.

OK, so the place is creepy as heck, and on top of that, Mom and Dad don’t seem to know anything about the medical procedures, except that they can’t be in the room when they’re executed. Nothing suspicious about that at all. They made some compromises — do you blame them? Their kid is really suffering. There are three rounds of treatments. As soon as Eli is ushered into the procedure room, the warm demeanor of Dr. Horn and her two nurses drops to a deep freeze. The equipment they use looks lifted from a neo-medieval torture chamber — leather straps, head vises, brain drills. (Brain drills!) The first treatment sucks pretty hard, and the second one is worse, and the third one — well, don’t ask what the third one is, and maybe it’s best if we don’t ever get to it? Meanwhile, poor Eli keeps seeing ghosts, which move the curtains and close doors and appear only in mirrors, and their activity intensifies. Damn medication. The doc says Eli just has to grin and bear it, but how likely is that, really?

What Movies Will It Remind You Of?: Every stupid modern horror movie that has no fresh ideas and recycles all the same jump scares — The Conjuring, The Haunting, etc. etc. — crossed with elements of two classics which will remain unnamed to avoid spoiling Eli, and possibly smearing their reputations by associating them with dreck. Oh, and Bubble Boy isn’t one of them.

Performance Worth Watching: Approximately zero of these characters stirs up any interest. Give Taylor, Reilly, Shotwell and Sink a screenplay that’s interested in more than its own dumbass twists, and then we’ll talk.

Memorable Dialogue: Dr. Horn: “Scalpel.” Pause. “Bone punch.”

Sex and Skin: None.

Our Take: Beneath Eli‘s veneer of cliches — it’s-only-a-dream freakouts, things that go bumpity in the night, long dark hallways, secrets in the basement, etc. etc. — there’s some subtext where SCIENCE collides with UNSCIENCE, with muddled, nonsensical results. I’ll say no more so as to preserve the sanctity of the movie’s moronic plot switchbacks. I would so very much hate to ruin the completely dissatisfying experience of this movie for you.

There’s a scene where Mom pulls aside Eli for a chat but ends up unwittingly addressing the audience instead: “I know this must be confusing and scary,” she says. Well, yes and no, in that order. When a movie uses a plot device (e.g., medication) to render the reality of the protagonist’s — and therefore the audience’s — point of view in question, it’s a cheap cheap cheater cheater move. The feeling that you’re being hornswoggled by a movie is a lousy one. Eli also takes itself very, very seriously, which is all the more reason for us to not take it seriously at all.

Our Call: SKIP IT. Give Eli the brain drill!

Your Call:
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John Serba is a freelance writer and film critic based in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Read more of his work at johnserbaatlarge.com or follow him on Twitter: @johnserba.

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