Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones

While creator Oren Peli remains the name most readily associated with the Paranormal Activity series, it’s actually Christopher Landon who’s been more actively involved with guiding the franchise. Having written every installment since Paranormal Activity 2, he’s now handed the directorial reins for this supposed spin-off which, in actual fact, is not so much tied to the other films as leashed with a choke chain.
Unsurprisingly, Landon’s work behind the camera suggests that he’s watched a lot of found-footage flicks, allowing him to effectively ape what’s come before without ever threatening to break the mold. Apparently, emulation is the aim here rather than innovation. Perhaps no other horror brand has adopted such a shamelessly McDonald’s-like approach to its notion of a “franchise.” What The Marked Ones delivers is ostensibly comfort chills and familiar shocks to unadventurous consumers who want to know precisely what type of terror they’ll be subjected to.
Rather hypocritically, Landon opens his film with a high school commencement speech extolling the virtues of change. Subsequently adjourning to their two-story apartment block in the Latino neighborhood of Oxnard, Calif., for the summer, fresh-faced graduates Jesse (Andrew Jacobs) and Hector (Jorge Diaz) tellingly fall back into old habits. Whether engaging in Jackass-ery, getting high or cajoling Jesse’s grandmother (Renée Victor) into downing tequila shots, they film everything with a handheld video camera. While these scenes may lack for major incidents, they do succeed in making these friends unexpectedly endearing fodder.
Residing below the boys is a living, breathing urban legend named Anna (Gloria Sandoval) who’s been labelled a “bruja” (witch) by the neighborhood kids. When the recluse is brutally murdered, Jesse and Hector break into her squalid apartment and indulge in some sub-Scooby Doo detective work. What seems a bad idea proves just that when they discover an archive of VHS tapes labeled with extremely familiar names and a nursery stocked with decidedly unsterile surgical tools.