One of the taglines for this movie was something like, “Can you survive The Grudge?” And after Shwam and I walked out of the theatre, I felt as though I was okay, but we joked for a while that she did not survive The Grudge. It was creepy. Yes, I hate Sarah Michelle Gellar. The actors in this movie (well, the ones that were supposed to be alive, at least) were nothing special. Though I did like the sick mother that was being cared for; I thought she conveyed the terror pretty precisely. But the star of the film were the dead. The little boy — Toshio — was creepy as sin. And his mother was just as creepy. Even though they used the startle factor pretty heavily… that’s what you get in horror films nowadays… the things that were used to startle were creepy on their own.
I had nightmares about this more than once, and so I considered this film a rousing success.
Incidentally, I did rent the Japanese version… hated it. Not scary. Nothing about it was even creepy. Proof that those Japanese folks aren’t jaded to horror films the way Americans, sort of including me, are.