I have a long-lasting love for Canadian actress Sheila McCarthy. As an Ontario teen of the 1990s, I rewatched the 1987 feminist movie I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing countless times after-hours on the Women’s Channel. Out of all the characters I worshipped as a teenager, from Virginia Woolf’s Orlando to Angela Chase on My So-Called Life, the Girl Friday in I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing was the most me: a quirky, misunderstood, sincere, romantic weirdo. I sat through 40 minutes of tampon and diet cola commercials for those 90 minutes every time I happened to see it. And, usually, the week after, I would dye my hair red.
More recently, Sheila McCarthy was in Women Talking, and she was her usual perfect self, but in a small role. When I saw her in a trailer for Anything for Jackson, I was excited to see her in a starring role.
I was not disappointed. Her character was weird only in so far as the tragedy in her life made her weird, and Sheila McCarthy did a great and sensitive job of portraying that complexity and nuance. The movie itself was spooky, and I really liked how it leaned into truly demonic visuals. In fact, at one point, I was scared of the imagination that could come up with them!
A strong cast of characters, jump scares and things I can’t unsee: Anything for Jackson stood up as a good horror movie. For me, where it deflated was in its ending. I understand that the fate of the protagonists was a commentary on being a servant of a deceitful savior, but I was hoping that, although they got stupidly caught up in ancient forces, they would either find a way to control those forces and become master Satanists or the forces would grant them power for being good servants. For the fact that they were the impetus for the release of the forces and that they were the heart of the narrative and movie, their fate felt very flat.
And the actual ending felt like the last thirty pages of the book were missing. I would have loved some kind of epilogue, even a crying demonic baby as the credits rolled or a creepy lullaby like in Rosemary’s Baby. For all the drama of the movie, I really wanted a more satisfying last 10 minutes.
However, despite the ending, the rest was worth it, especially Sheila McCarthy. My favorite scene was her bringing a crow back to life. I wish the story had leaned more into her discovering her power and harnessing it to become a boss b*tch. Anything for Jackson!
Dyck, Justin G. Anything for Jackson, Shudder, 2020.