What could have been an interesting African American Wicker Man turns into a chaotic shambles of mixed messages and genre incompetence. The film starts with a prologue focusing on slavery. I sat there hoping it wouldn't turn into some preachy guilt trip. Luckily, it did not. That would have completely killed it. Even though the disappearance of the white characters is met with complete ambivalence, which doesn't suggest racism, just poor writing. The slavery themes are confusingly mixed with religion and voodoo. As people begin to rise from the dead, some awful effects come into play. It seemed like they used a computer to do something that was created convincingly in the Victorian stage days. What it all comes down to is a rushed story and a bunch of characters you want to die. It also falls into familiarity, which is a shame, as a convincing horror based around slavery, superstition, religion etc. could be very powerful.
Review of The Inheritance
