Review: Heretic

“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.” – Richard Bach.

Ninety Percent of Heretic is a very smart, very clever movie. It does, however, trip a little bit and not stick to the landing. Not to say the landing is all that bad, but compared to the build-up, it was a little disappointing. While the actresses are great, this is Hugh Grant’s movie putting on one of the best nefarious performances in a long time. There is such a drive in Hollywood as of late to make even villains entirely relatable. They are not so bad; it’s not their fault they are evil. Sure, Curella DeVille skinned a few hundred puppies for a coat; she had a rough upbringing. Grant here is in the wrong and knows he is in the wrong.

A few young women from a Mormon church (the crazier than usual one with the magic underwear, golden tablets and such) are going about town visiting people who have expressed interest in the religion, hoping to convert them. They come to a quaint little house, all tucked away and meet Mr. Reed, a seemingly harmless man (Hugh Grant plays him, I mean, drop your drawers, charm city here) who invites the girls into his house to hear more. 

I hesitate to say too much about exactly what I found fascinating about this movie. It will divide those who believe in reality and those who believe in religion, so be warned. It’s likely difficult to tell, but I’m not all that religious, and I find myself looking up some of the things he said to see how factual they may be. 

I wouldn’t even really call this horror until the end. It’s more of a very smart psychological thriller. The trailer gives you a good idea of the overall premise, but I was surprised by the paths it took.

Hugh Grant is simply outstanding. This is an award worthy performance. It wont get one because of the genre, but it really should. Sophie Thatcher, who plays Sister Barnes, is also quite good as the deer in the headlights sister, all in with religion but with some wicked ideas on the side.

Now, the ending. I get what they were going for, but after how smart all the buildup was, it seems a bit rushed and horror generic. It does not have the jaw-dropping, makes you think for a month type of ending it really should have had. It does not take away from its being a 4-star movie, though, nor should you avoid it because of that. 

So grab your Hugh Grant commemorative Bridgette Jones Diary plushie doll and settle in.