The Unborn comes from Platinum Dunes, the production subsidiary set up by director Michael Bay, which to date has specialized in producing remakes of 1970s/1980s horror films with the likes of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) the film that started off the modern remakes fad The Amityville Horror (2005), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006), The Hitcher (2007), Friday the 13th (2009), A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010) and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014). The Unborn is their first film that was not based on another film and they have since branched out with other non-remake films such as Horsemen (2009), The Purge (2013), Ouija (2014) and Project Almanac (2015).
While his scripting work for Dark City, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight and to a lesser extent the Blade films marks David S. Goyer as a writer par excellence, his prospect as a director has been a more divided one. I liked both Zigzag and Blade Trinity, although not many others did. The Invisible sat just between whether it could have gone one way or another. However, The Unborn has to count as a disappointment.
Even the very title The Unborn seems generic. [It was also used as the basis of the otherwise unconnected The Unborn (1991), a low-budget horror film from Concorde-New Horizons about a mad scientist conducting experiments on unborn foetuses as part of a fertilization program. This also led to a sequel The Unborn II (1994)]. Indeed, where I live, The Unborn opened within the space of two weeks of both The Uninvited (2009) and Underworld: Rise of the Lychans (2009) where the similarity of titles ended up causing much misunderstanding the ticket desk confessed to getting frequently confused over which film people were asking to go to. Maybe it was the confusion with The Uninvited but watching The Unborn one could not help but feel that David S. Goyer was trying to copy the recent spate of Asian horror remakes. Certainly, the ghostly boy who keeps popping up everywhere and the scene where aging Michael Sassone scuttles along on all fours with head turned upside down cannot help but remind of the unearthly things crawling down stairs that we had in Ju-on: The Grudge (2003) and The Grudge (2004) perhaps mixed with the Spider Walk sequence in the re-edited version of The Exorcist (1973) while the things frequently popping out of mirrors also reminded of Mirrors (2008).
Perhaps the one distinction The Unborn might hold is that Davis S. Goyer has made an effort to buck the trend of usual Christian demons and draws instead from Jewish mythology. That said, all that he produces in the end is another variant on the standard possession tale. There is also some fundamental confusion about whether what is haunting Odette Yustman is her unborn twin brother Jumby, the dead Holocaust twin Barto or the Dybbuk entity, all of which are posited as explanations at various points. Outside of the Jewish mythology angle, there is nothing remarkable about The Unborn as a script, least of all for a writer of David S. Goyers calibre.
In the directors seat, David S. Goyer serves up a number of scares that might, had they come in a different package, been spooky. The various dogs and people with heads turned upside down, hallucinatory floods of bugs in bathrooms, the undead little boy popping up everywhere have occasional effect. The one standout sequence is the aforementioned scene with the possessed Michael Sassone scuttling along on all fours. Equally, these come rooted in a package that turns everything into a standard horror film by the numbers. We have seen too much of this kind of horror film in the last few years handsome and good looking leads around the age of twenty who are frequently afforded no more depth than being given a name; canned pop-up scares that are scary but not too much; nothing in the film that pushes the gore or sexual content envelope beyond the all-essential PG-13 that can get the younger teen audience in. The Unborn feels like a good many of these recent other horror films see examples like Pulse (2006), The Messengers (2007), the aforementioned Mirrors, Prom Night (2008) and Shutter (2008). With most of these, one can safely detach and allow everything that transpires to wash over one without the slightest effect on anything other than the level of automatically generated frissons. You could extract the scare scenes, swap the raison detre and blandly homogenous twentysomething casts about and almost nothing would be different about any of these films. The climactic exorcism is a particular disappointment where it seems all sound and fury and the only things that move it along are a series of pop-up scares, special effects and people being thrown about and becoming instantly possessed.