In Stephen King’s 1973 short story The Boogeyman, a man named Lester Billings, laid out stiff as a corpse on his therapist’s couch, recounts the death of his three children. All of them, he insists, were slain by a creature living deep inside their bedroom closet. It’s an odd work, and more disturbing even than King’s usual output. Lester behaves appallingly in casual conversation, and it becomes easy to assume he’s simply constructed a fanciful lie in order to hide his own culpability. Not so fast! You can almost hear King letting out a mischievous giggle as he unspools the story’s final few sentences – not only is the boogeyman real, but he has one final trick up his sleeve.
Is Lester, then, absolved of all his crimes? Or is this creature some hellish tool of karmic punishment? It’s the same thorny question that drove director Rob Savage’s second feature, Dashcam, which made a conspiracy theory-spouting narcissist the target of a vampire’s wrath and then dared the audience to cheer on her torture. It was the kind of film that made Savage the ideal pick to adapt The Boogeyman – if only the studio were interested in what was on the page, though, and not what its generic title could offer the canon of easily consumed and forgotten summer horrors. Still, it’s better than most: well-constructed, well-acted and good for a few frights.
