On the surface, it makes no sense. Why make a movie about a cursed toy, or a cursed pair of jeans, or a big fancy mirror that drives people insane when they gaze into it for more than a couple of seconds? Well, using an object instead of an actor is cheaper, for one. It saves money on salaries, and on makeup. Plus, simple camera tricks make it easy to give audiences a fun and silly scare. As long as you don’t take yourself too seriously, the result will at least be memorable. So why not?
Most “cursed object” movies are horror-comedies—Cheewok collects several dozen here—and Osgood Perkins’ The Monkey is no exception. Sure, it’s vicious, and morbid, and gory as hell. But it’s a comedy nonetheless. Its nasty sense of humor originates in its source material: The Monkey is based on a short story by Stephen King, the, uh, king of the cursed-object story. (King wrote the stories for four of the 25 horror movies featured on Letterboxd’s list. And that’s an incomplete ing.) It also looks back to ‘The Monkey’s Paw,’ a 1902 short story by author W. W. Jacobs that sets up a few key elements of the cursed-object subgenre. First, the object itself, of mysterious origin and imbued with mystical powers. Then, the object’s sick sense of humor.