Bullying-and-revenge films have been around since the 1980s. Look ‘em up! They erupted the moment teens truly became the center of attention in horror land. Death aside, it seems the number one realistic thing teenagers worry about, still today, is bullying. Bullying sticks with you if you do nothing about it and, well, Ronen Rubinstein’s character does something about it.
But what if this turned out to be a ghost story? What if self-arm and witchcraft got in the way of a simple story? What if an accidental voodoo spell found its way to this script? It’s hard to describe what Some Kind of Hate becomes, let alone avoid spoilers, but it’s probably not what you expect. It’s a good film. Its only weakness is the lack of gravitas of its villain, who isn’t all that evil.
If you tweak your moral compass, you might end up rooting for the protagonist, and the ghost for that matter, which is, by the way, a sadomasochist seductress. As much as I dug her character, she should’ve been translucent. As it stands, she’s just a living voodoo doll. She could’ve been scary. She could’ve sent shivers down our spines. She could’ve been the next Freddy Krueger.