In the final act, the movie goes from being a combination of jump scares and an edging-on-irritating character portrait of a fame whore, to being something that is extremely creepy and deeply satisfying. The ending is fucking amazing — and how often can you say that about a horror movie? Usually the end of a horror movie is reserved for last-minute, improbable monster slaying or recitations of Babylonian warding spells, or some lame-ass moment where the characters realize that all they have to do is believe in love or something. But Sinister does none of that. It surprises you, and in the process allows you to see the movie from a new perspective.


I'm not going to spoil the movie by telling you exactly what that "new perspective" is — I suspect there will be a lot of disagreements over it. The good news is that you won't feel cheated.