Film Review – Whistle
Whistle
Whistle (2025) follows the tried-and-true horror blueprint where a bunch of high school kids stumble upon a ghostly curse. They try to figure out the origins of it, and how to stop it before each of them kicks the bucket. Perhaps the most well-known example of this is the long running Final Destination (2000) franchise. But what made that series so popular (the latest installment came out just last year) was that the production knew what the audience wanted: Hilariously ridiculous ways characters stumble upon their own deaths. Unfortunately, that is not the case with Whistle. There is plenty of opportunity to make this a fun popcorn horror watch, but the film never takes advantage of that.
The biggest issue is the design of the central macguffin. We are introduced to an ancient object sculpted to look like a miniature skull. Poking out from the back of the skull is a pipe, meant to be blown into to create the titular “whistle.” Let’s ignore the fact that the object looks like a bong, stripping it of any creepiness. More absurd is the notion that anyone would be tempted to blow into it – the thing looks like it is covered with hundreds of years’ worth of dirt and grime. But alas, people do so because the script requires it of them. This unleashes a curse that causes anyone who heard the whistle to see hellish visions, ultimately dying way before it’s their time to go. A person was meant to die of old age? Watch them age from a teenager to an elderly person in minutes. Someone was supposed to die in a car accident? See their bodies get mangled out of nowhere.

We’ve seen this premise many times before. Sadly, director Corin Hardy (along with screenwriter Owen Egerton) don’t add enough of a twist to the material. This is a down the middle, straightforward tale that never gets to have much fun at all. A lot of it is due to how flat the characters are defined. We meet Chrys (Dafne Keen) – short for “Chrysanthemum” – a young person who just got out of a rehab stint. She’s moved in with her cousin Rel (Sky Yang) in hopes of starting her life over. Things don’t go according to plan. On her first day at school, Chrys has a run in with the jock Dean (Jhaleil Swaby), his girlfriend Grace (Ali Skovbye) and nice girl Ellie (Sophie Nélisse). The confrontation lands them all in detention, under the supervision of Mr. Craven (Nick Frost). Through a series of events I would rather not describe, it is at detention where the group first encounters the ancient relic. One thing leads to another, whistles are blown, and bodies start piling up.
Each of the core characters play like stock types pulled out of the high school movie playbook. Chrys is the outsider, who draws while sitting on her roof and listens to music on vinyl records. We get some background regarding her battle with addiction and tragic family history, but none of it feels as impactful as the movie would want us to believe. Dean is the stereotypical bully – an alpha male dude-bro who doesn’t have a lick of common sense. Rel is the friendly, nerdy type, willing to help when he can but fated to never get the girl of his dreams. There are hints of a possible romantic connection between Chrys and Ellie, but that element feels forced especially when the curse starts to rampage. The narrative paints each of them in broad brushstrokes – enough for us to get a generic understanding of them right before all hell breaks loose.
To the film’s credit, it does offer plenty of gnarly special effects and gore. Sequences get incredibly bloody, and Hardy’s direction allows us to see every gruesome detail on screen. Much of this is accomplished with noticeable computer-generated imagery, but it pushes the envelope just enough to be convincing. Bodies get torn apart, crushed, and twisted around like a pretzel. Beyond the kill scenes, the production design and art direction offer highlights sprinkled throughout. During a scene at a carnival, the cinematography (Björn Charpentier) pulls out into a long overhead shot of a haystack maze. The enormous, overly intricate design of the maze reminded me of the one featured in The Shining (1980). There are certain scenes that stand out more than others. During one set piece, a character crawls through a long tunnel, with lights flickering all around in a strobe-like effect. The scene is reminiscent of those horror films of the 2000s where hyper-editing and flashing lights were all the rage. Several of the dream sequences were also very good. The way characters were haunted by ghouls and demons, often in slow motion and covered in shadow, had an otherworldly feel. It’s one of the few times where we get some legitimate tension.

But for all its technical achievements, Whistle lets us down with too familiar a story and characters that never draw us in. Everyone feels like a cog in a machine, either to solve the central mystery or be a potential victim. We are introduced to Noah Haggerty (Percy Hynes White) a youth pastor who also sells drugs on the side. Noah continuously preaches about “God’s Love” but will turn around and do the opposite of his sermons. This brings up a lot of questions over why Noah has such conflicting personality traits, but the narrative never digs into it. An even worse example is the elderly Ivy Raymore (Michelle Fairley). Ivy is assigned to be one of those side players who only shows up to give expositional information about the relic, the curse, and what can be done to avoid an early grave. The part is much too small for an actor of Fairley’s skillset – her presence is a wasted opportunity.
There’s nothing in Whistle that hasn’t been done in better movies. Horror films don’t need complicated character development to be successful. But there must be something about the people we meet that makes us want to root for their survival (or demise). That’s the missing ingredient. No one is interesting enough for us to care about, the thrills aren’t thrilling enough, and the story isn’t compelling enough to hold our attention. It’s all just kind of a moody drag.
