Ti West's 'Innkeepers' Continues the Blooming.

If I figure that the film is directed by Ti West, a toiling director that had in fact managed to stun me with his work--Trigger Man and the House of the Devil--I am to complacently assume that the movie would walk between the lines of wit and interest. Now, The Innkeepers, continues his sprouting slick-looking and effective approach to the horror genre.

A bored, vulnerable, and asthmatic, Claire (a tomboyish and not-cloying sweet and charming, Sara Paxton) and an out-of-boredom ghost haunting enthusiast, Luke (Pat Healy) are trading shifts in the front desk as last two employees of the Yankee Pedlar's last weekend operation--it's out of business, obviously. Claire and Luke, out of the main agenda of hotel-sitting, find themselves devoted to find a ghost haunting the hallways of the hotel instead.

 With an 80's setting, complacently seen via the Pedlar's whose location is achingly remote--almost hidden--and the look: shoddy, 'Innkeepers' is no secret a follower of a convention that West's 'Devil' followed too. However, Innkeepers managed to toil in a bundle of different things that 'Devil' didn't managed to. One thing for extreme certainty is the pinch of physical comedy. A scene that proves in particular is in which Claire struggles to throw Pedlar's garbage into the ginormous trash bin. There is Sara Paxton, who managed to charm me in some of her scenes that exposes her vulnerability and comedic sense that effects to effective shocks--if the shocks that you encounter are not of those false alarms.

The main reason that the genre found Ti West as its savior, is that West understand how to tickle audience on their tummies, shift their minds out of the paranormal lurking for a quick second, then shock them alarmingly with surprising and effective gore and scare. 'Innkeepers' is a proof that Ti West is the green thumb that continues to bloom the blossoming genre of horror and suspense. 4 stars!