
In the last 25 years, I have not experienced the same intense amount of peer pressure that I had as a kid to read the Goosebumps books. As it will come as a shock to zero people reading this, I was absolutely terrified of them. I ended up reading exactly three titles from start to finish, and I still remember feeling very uneasy. I think I read 14 Baby-Sitter’s Club books to level out. Give me 13-year-olds in charge of 9-year-olds on a deserted island over those terrifying stories. Never mind, all 1990s kids’ book series were messed up. So many absent parents and no cell phones.
I’m going to admit that as an adult, I actually liked this movie. It was fun. But I think we need to start discussing a new rating system and that involves putting another film rating in between PG and PG-13. Frozen is PG. So is You Got Mail. Also Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Either we put more info in these ratings or just abolish them all together. They make zero sense. PG now basically means no boobs, no blood splatter, and no “F-word.” Everything else is on the table! Including plenty of monsters. So. Many. Monsters.
The plot is very meta. Jack Black plays the mysterious next door neighbor to a teenage boy (Zach) and his mom who have moved to this small town after the death of the teenage boy’s dad. Jack Black ends up being the actual R. L. Stine, and he hoards his crazy and his daughter which seems suspicious until you realize he’s a horror writer. Horror writers get a lot of passes once they sell a certain number of novels. Even if the ones for children.
Zach and his new (only) friend Champ sneak into the house because they suspect Stine is holding his daughter, Hannah, hostage. Instead, Zach accidentally unleashes all the monsters that R. L. Stine has every written about by opening the locked manuscripts of each book. Apparently, Stine’s magic wasn’t just infiltrating pre-teens’ nightmares. He was also able to physically manifest every horror he ever wrote about.
The remainder of the film is the four of them chasing down and rounding up the monsters, before they destroy the entire town, and possibly the rest of the world. The only way this can happen is if R. L. Stine writes the book on his magic typewriter. I’m not sure how this works when he needs to actually get his books published, but I have to keep reminding myself this is a kids’ movie. For children. Not for me to be scared of anymore. I’m not scared, I’m an ADULT.
The ending obviously leads to the possibility (definitely) more sequels. Which I may watch. Or I’ll watch the Baby-Sitter’s Club on Netflix again. I prefer my nostalgia without nightmares, thank you.
Scare Rating: 3 out of 10 ghosts






