Boogeyman Review!!!
SYNOPSIS: When Tim was a young boy, he witnessed something grab his father out of his closet and kill him. After many years of relative peace, he is again haunted by the memory. To vanquish the Boogeyman once and for all, he must learn its secret and how to prevent any more deaths.
ANALYSIS: What complete and utter dope came up with this totally incomprehensible story? What marketing genius sold it to any of the talent involved? And who put up the money for this god-awful, totally unredeamable piece of cinematic garbage?
If you haven't guessed, Boogeyman is a piece of garbage. It starts out decently enough, I suppose, with every little kid's imaginary fear of things in their room coming alive. Of course, Dad comes in to check under the bed and in the closet. Moments later, Tim is traumatized when his father is sucked into that closet and, apparently, killed.
And thus ends the good part of this "horror" film. Really, what follows is wholly without merit. Consider, for instance, the arbitrary inclusion of a ghost of a little girl also, apparently taken by the Boogeyman. Evidently, this creature can move from home to home using the closests in Tim's old house. Tim, in fact, does the same thing, moving from a motel room back into the house. (A feat which is never explained, to tell you the truth.)
This little girl's father was so obsessed with getting her back that he blocked every door in a small shack except one. He nailed down a chair and tied himself to it. What happened to him? I don't think we ever find out.
Then there's a minor subplot with Tim's girlfriend. They go to a motel after she "rescues" him from the house. Getting into the tub for a night of fun, she disappears only to reappear in a flood of nasty brown water. Does her name come up again? Does Tim remember her? Nope.
And don't get me started about the insipid ending in which Tim faces down Mr. Boogeyman by destroying things in his room that created this monster: a flannel shirt, a hanging bird model, a doll. Insanely idiotic, Boogeyman isn't worth a dime.
Too bad Barry Watson didn't, at least, go shirtless. That would have bumped up the rating to about a 1/2 a star.