This review focuses on a major twist, which I will speak about in oblique terms, but SPOILER ALERT for the whole thing if you are especially sensitive. The monsters penned by R.L Stine are real in the Goosebumps movie and must be corralled through the power of his storytelling and magical typewriter. In the course of returning these ghouls and goblins to the page, an inconvenient truth about one of the main characters in relation to the books is revealed. A sacrifice involving this person is necessary to save the day, but the ending reverses that decision, thus bringing up a host of philosophical and ethical questions that there is no time left to address. ’Tis a shame, but an understandable one. That turn of events, combined with the psychoanalytic implications of Jack Black voicing Slappy the Dummy and the Invisible Boy in addition to playing Stine, could have made for a more probing examination of the natures of storytelling and forming a legacy. As it is, Goosebumps is a mostly worthwhile yarn about the thrills lurking underneath the exterior of a small town that is clear-eyed but also very safe.