Audacious Horror Prequel Orphan: First Kill Weaponizes Silly Delights

The Orphan series was not designed to bend time and space. It was not even designed to be a series. The 2009 original was a perfect-within-its-intentions one-off shocker featuring a particularly killer twist, which will be reviewed and spoiled presently: Esther (Isabelle Fuhrman), initially presented as a nine-year-old adoptee with possible bad-seed tendencies, turns out to not be a demon child, or a child at all, but a murderous 33-year-old Estonian woman masquerading as a kid. Given that memorable narrative maneuver and Esther’s fate by the end of the movie, any Orphan follow-up—much less one coming 13 years later—would appear to be boxed into a corner.
William Brent Bell, the director of Orphan: First Kill (and not the first movie), knows a thing or two about wriggling out of a tight spot in order to bravely forge ahead with a horror sequel: He followed up his own The Boy, another well-twisted horror movie, with a sequel that attempted to take a newly minted gimmick-slasher in a different, franchise-preserving direction. Here, Bell has the unenviable task of replacing Jaume Collet-Serra, the director behind Orphan as well as The Shallows and some of the better Liam Neeson vehicles. What Bell gains, though, is a neo-scream queen in Isabelle Fuhrman, who in between Orphan movies plumbed psychological depths in The Novice and got cut out of an Escape Room 2 subplot (restored on a home video extended version). She returns for a look at Esther’s early years; the movie opens with her imprisoned in an asylum in Eastern Europe before she escapes and poses as the long-missing daughter of Tricia (Julia Stiles) and Allen (Rossif Sutherland).
This means that where a 12-year-old Fuhrman once played a secret 33-year-old, here she’s attempting to pass as a 10-year-old at her real-life age of 25. This is not exactly a plot twist, but it does provide a bold new definition for the circle of life, and an acting challenge as audaciously boldfaced, in its own way, as the original movie’s twist. Maybe more, given that it must be dealt with at the outset, rather than in a ratcheted-up climax. The combination of camera tricks and body doubles necessary to place Fuhrman back in Esther’s tiny shoes does, at times, risk reminiscence of the disaster-turned-cult comedy Clifford, starring Martin Short. Then again, what was Clifford if not a horror film in disguise? Moreover, the illusion—and sometimes lack thereof—works for a movie where the audience is now fully aware of Esther’s machinations. Keeping Fuhrman in the role helps the audience see Esther closer to how she sees herself: A resourceful, ruthless woman contorting herself into barely-childlike roleplay.