An utterly generic skeleton (Near-Eastern poltergeist, Victorian house, first encounter with spouse's family, etc.) dressed up with a little Jewish folklore. Sets and costumes are decent, and the acting seems OK. But it is ill served by poor writing, resulting in a cast of either clueless (the prego wife, the dad) or detestable (the son and his brother), poor rhythm and a great many visual clichés. To make maximum room for their mediocre creature and its run-of-the-mill jump scares, the few original ideas are left unexploited: the set, a Hasidic funeral parlour, is largely reduced to its mortuary basement, and the rich Jewish folklore only yield here generic pentagrams and shiny crystal necklaces.
Review of The Offering
