The Haunting (1999), directed by Jan de Bont.
Another example of the perils of remakes.
On the plus side:
An attractive cast: Liam Neeson and Catherine Zeta-Jones are always worth seeing and this is a showpiece for Lili Taylor, last seen in Say Anything... (1989). I can't take Owen Wilson seriously in anything, but this is not a serious film so maybe it doesn't matter.
The opulent set design is a marvel. "Charles Foster Kane meets the Munsters" quips one character.
In the first part they play off The Haunting (1963) nicely, mocking the housekeeper's practiced riff: "I leave before the dark. So there won't be anyone around if you need help. We couldn't hear you. In the night. In the dark".
Another layer of deception is added, which might have worked. In the book and original film the visitors are legitimate psychic researchers. This time "sleep research" is a cover story for the unethical prof who is actually studying "fear".
The downside dominates:
The sets are so rich they completely distract us from the story. The house is practically a castle and has impossible rooms: a mechanized mirrored ballroom and a flooded hallway. Do the housekeeper and her husband (Bruce Dern, sadly underused) maintain all that?
The effects take over and obliterate the plot, particularly in the second half.
Everything has to be explained. Everything has to be shown and made explicit. Nothing can be left to mystery, a place for the imagination to work.
When curdling the blood, less really can be more. In The Haunting (1963) Robert Wise suggested more with a piece of wallpaper than provided by the entirety of this film:
Finally: what is more scary in a haunted house: wood (1963) or stone (1999)? Wood creaks.
Jerry Goldsmith score.
Available on Blu-ray. Good looking image, but grainless.