Set in the South of America, The Skeleton Key tells the story of Caroline, a hospice care nurse who ends up taking care of a stroke patient in his old, crumbling house. But she has issues, her father died when they weren’t talking and she regrets not being there for him.
She moves into the Devereaux house, but soon begins to hear strange noises and wonders hat exactly caused Ben’s stroke. And did his wife Violet have anything to do with it? And could she spend more time wandering around in virtually no clothes?
Talk about your predictable set up.
And there is the fact that there is this skeleton key, but it really isn’t an issue at all. In the opening few scenes we learn what it is, what it does and it doesn’t have any other role. Apart from being a key. Why call the film after it?
Anyways, there is a load of backstory about the previous owners, and the hanging of a black servant husband and wife. And voodoo, well hoodoo really, but still. And brick dust to keep out your enemies
And blah blah blah, a load of rubbish. You are never scared. You don’t really care what is going on, and although the ending is a little interesting it is too late to help the film.
Best thing about it; Peter Sarsgaard, but he’s only in it for a short while.