Evans plays a film archivist worried his supermodelesque wife is cheating on him. When she turns up missing, he suspects a malignant force living in the walls of his home.
An amalgam of found-footage, trap movie, and J-horror whose merit will depend on your context. At best, I found it derivative. At worst, a pastiche. I love a good trap movie dooming its protagonist from the start, but The Canal’s protagonist proves an idiot. He refuses multiple offers of help and exhibits no common sense. The script strives to address these gaps in the third act but it’s too little too late.
The execution proves more than competent. It mimics the best found footage and J-horror films. The third act practical effects, though not earned, prove gruesome. Employing such formal rigor in service of a better story might have proved special.