When in Spain, do as Guillermo del Toro does. Or Victor Erice. Or Alejandro Amenábar. That is the modus operandi of the fetid The Orphanage, a haunted-house spooker that is all notations and no text. Juan Antonio Bayona settles for ripping off horror classics as far back as The Innocents to as recent as The Devil's Backbone, stripping them of their vibrant emotional connotations, and by virtue of his producer's credit, Del Toro advocates Bayona's brazen artistic license. There's no doubting Bayona's taste, but he demonstrates more style than soul, failing to revitalize the spiritual, sexual, and political essence of great films like Suspiria, The Tenant, and Bunny Lake is Missing. It seems that only someone with the flimsiest knowledge of horror's rich cinematic history could praise the director's shallow, plagiaristic pastiche.