
The movie’s villain, meanwhile, is the melty-faced, vengeful Jack-in-the-box spirit of a Confederate corporal whose brothers were killed by Union soldiers. “Winchester” is the supernatural-schlock version of a liberal think-tank paper.

What they don’t count on is that Price is a laudanum addict haunted by visions of his late wife, who killed herself (yes) with a gunshot. Eric Price (Jason Clarke), to move in and do a psychiatric evaluation of her basically, they pay him to declare her mentally unstable. To accomplish this, they hire a dissolute physician, Dr. The board of the Winchester Repeating Arms Co., however, thinks she’s gone around the bend, and are using that as an excuse to take away her stake. But in “Winchester,” Sarah’s paranormal real-estate fetishism is more than a wealthy widow’s eccentricity - it’s a compassionate gesture offered to the victims of gun violence. The Winchester Mystery House, as it’s known, is a legendary tourist attraction (according to San Jose folklore, it really is said to be haunted by the ghosts of people killed by Winchester rifles). They’re so testy they need to be locked away, sealed into their rooms with 13 nails. The point of all this labor is to give the ghosts a place to come and heal.

It’s like a cozy bed-and-breakfast the size of Xanadu, as designed by M.C. Carpenters work on it round-the-clock, sawing and hammering all night long, and the place is a loopy labyrinth of alcoves and walkways and boxy carved chambers. To say that she’s renovating the seven-story, 100-room structure wouldn’t do the project justice - the house is metastasizing.

The way that she helps them is to never, ever stop building rooms onto her sprawling San Jose mansion, a colossal gray Victorian with teal trim and red roofs.
