Incarnate begged to be mocked pretty much from the moment I turned it on. To be fair, some of my mocking was aimed more at possession movies in general, but Incarnate just asked for it. It was the perfect example of a cliche possession film with one or two tiny twists. My mocking will reveal tiny snippets of the movie, but nothing big. Still, don’t read below the SPOILERS mark if you’re completely against any type of spoiler.
In Incarnate a poor, tortured soul with special powers must face off, yet again, against the forces of darkness. A force that only he can defeat. And it’s personal. We’re talking “You killed my family, you sonofa—” grudge-match stuff. So of course. And he’s a self-righteous superhero that surrounds himself with assistants that dress in 90s punk. However, because he is the dude he doesn’t bother to share much information with his assistants. Even little stuff like “Hey, if x happens, I’m gonna do y, ok?” And aww, lookit, him’s an atheist buttpucker. Shock and horror! That’s never been done before!
It’s so completely predictable, too. Brad Peyton, the director of such gems as Cats vs Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore, approaches Incarnate as if he delivering the ultimate drama, and it’s so serious but… you know. When the most recognizable movie on your list is a movie about furballs, leaping to a movie about possession might be stretching it a bit. Or maybe at least watch a bunch of these types of movies so that you can maybe prevent yours from becoming a walking billboard for the definition of the possessed cliché.
Incarnate was a waste of time and money. While I probably will watch it again when I need a movie to laugh at, there’s no single redeeming factor in it. Flat, boring, and filled with stupid. It’s not even worth Redboxing. Watch Fallen instead. It’s a better version of what this movie tries to be.