Parenting Is a Horror Story in There’s Something Wrong with the Children

One day, an alert film journalist will have a sit-down with Roxanne Benjamin to ask the question that’s gradually defined her body of work: Why is she so damn scared of the great outdoors? In “Siren” and “Don’t Fall,” her contributions to omnibus horror films Southbound and XX, characters run afoul of occult and supernatural dangers waiting in the desert; in Body at Brighton Rock, a “man versus nature” horror thriller, a national park becomes an inescapable labyrinth populated by a corpse and a bear. Even Benjamin’s contributions to the Creepshow series use tectonic events and newly discovered insect species as precipitators of gnarly kill sequences.
Benjamin didn’t write the screenplay for her latest grim woodland stroll, There’s Something Wrong with the Children — that credit goes T.J. Cimfel and David White. It’s fun to imagine they had her in mind to direct, though, as if they couldn’t suffer the thought of anybody else pulling together the small cast, remote location, hidden font of evil, lurking dread, and body count that figure into the film. Anybody could direct this kind of story, and many already have. But There’s Something Wrong with the Children is right in Benjamin’s wheelhouse, and her skill with this familiar set-up is a major boon.
The film focuses on two couples: The DINKS (dual income, no kids) Margaret (Alisha Wainwright) and Ben (Zach Gilford), and the cool young parents Ellie (Amanda Crew) and Thomas (Carlos Santos). They’re on a weekend getaway at a secluded spot in the forest, lounging by campfires, grilling their meals, playing with devil sticks, and enjoying Mother Nature with Ellie and Thomas’ kids, Lucy (Briella Guiza) and Spencer (David Mattle). On their last day, Ben cajoles the gang into a hike, leading them to a disused structure housing an ominous, seemingly bottomless well. Lucy and Spencer take one look and immediately fall entranced by its vast emptiness; the adults don’t think twice about this clear warning sign.
The next morning, the kiddos are acting strange at best and sinister at worst. Anyone who’s ever watched a horror movie knows that they’re no longer Lucy and Spencer. Ellie, Thomas, and Margaret have apparently never seen a horror movie in their lives. Luckily, Ben has. To him, it’s plain as day that the kids aren’t alright, but his role in There’s Something Wrong with the Children is the discounted witness. Try as he might, he can’t get his friends or his girlfriend to take his concerns about the siblings seriously. The movie doesn’t need to put an exclamation point on the subtext: Ben is child agnostic, a career uncle figure to his friends’ kids with no firm aspirations toward fatherhood. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with the children. Maybe there’s something wrong with Ben – awful, terrible, child-hating Ben.