Most critics like it, and they like it for the same reasons. The haunted house is moved to an ordinary American suburb, and the reviews return again and again to the family at its centre: warm, believable, worth caring about before anything starts rattling the cupboards. The effects and the craft of the scares draw steady praise, as does the film’s suspicion of television. Almost every review treats the question of authorship as unavoidable, and most conclude that, whatever the credit says, this plays as a Spielberg film with a nastier edge.
The reservations gather around the script. Several critics find it loose, with the ghosts’ behaviour never explained and the ideas about children and television raised and then dropped; The New Yorker makes that case most fully. Variety goes further, calling the story foolish for all the talent involved. The spread is wide, but the harshest notices date from the original release, and the reviews written for later re-releases are warmer.
