Netflix original movies have a pretty decent track record with me. They can be a bit uneven, but also provide some fresh ideas and delivery of cliché ridden material. The Babysitter, a vehicle for McG (Charlies Angels, Supernatural) to unleash his, and many others, boyhood fantasies about the ultimate babysitter is a fun entry into the slasher movie genre.
The movie centers around Cole, a pre-pubescent, or late blooming at least, oddball that is finding it hard to fit in and find his footing in a world where everyone else around him has strength and confidence. He is smart, nerdy, and not quite ready to grow up, and the adults in his world are ok with that. Especially his too cool for school babysitter, Bee. She drives a cool car, carries herself with a “I don’t give a F*$% what you think about me.” attitude and is the center of Cole’s boyhood crush. When Cole’s parents go off on a weekend outing, Cole and Bee are left to banter, horse around, and eat all the junk food they want while Bee strives to teach Cole how to be strong and face the harsh world that taunts him.
Things take on a much darker tone once Cole is off to bed but stays up to see what Bee gets up to when he is asleep. It turns out her friends show up for a round of spin the bottle and who knows what else. We find out what else pretty quick as Bee drives two daggers into one of her spin the bottle mates head to drain his blood for a demonic ceremony that will grant her and her friends whatever they desire. From here the movie turns to a cat and mouse game to capture and drain Cole to complete the ritual with the blood of the innocent.
The flaws are not subtle, but the pacing of the movie makes up for many of them for me. If you like splatter effects, quick humor, a shirtless Robbie Amell (The discount bin Stephen Amell), and inventive death scenes then this is right up your ally. I appreciate that this movie did not try to make itself more than it was, but seemed to embrace the fetishized babysitter without getting exploitative.
Ultimately this movie delivered a warm message about how it only takes violently killing five or so people to be able to qualify yourself as a grown up. I guess I have some growing up to do still.