Flowers in the Attic

(Jeffrey Bloom, USA, 1987)


What a strange outgrowth of contemporary, best-selling literature this is: a kind of soft-Gothic horror movie owing more to Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca than Stephen King, featuring pearly, blonde children in a large, scary mansion, a selfish, preening mother (Victoria Tennant), and a stern, twisted grandmother (Louise Fletcher).

Director Jeffrey Bloom presents everything in such a flat, artificially stylised, telemovie manner that the film inadvertently generates an aura of disquiet not that far removed from David Lynch’s more calculated Blue Velvet (1986).

© Adrian Martin January 1993

Film Critic: Adrian Martin
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