More goofy fun than such a blatant cash-in ought to be.
The film doesn't try hard to make the case that Hannah's as "real" as anyone else despite being from a book, though it easily could have. That's Goosebumps's implicit premise when it comes to the monsters, after all.
It gently mocks the traditions of the genre -- giant preying mantis rips roof off high school -- while never getting too frightening.
Jack Black fires up a stampede of comic terrors ready made for Halloween. Sure it's exhausting. But Goosebumps, knowing its audience, lets it rip.
It's a cheerful, nasty delight.
Goosebumps isn't detached or ironic, nor does it pretend to be something it's not. It's a bonus for fans who pored over the books and it celebrates the fun side of things going bump in the night.
At a guess, I'd say that Goosebumps will satisfy its core audience - fans of R.L. Stine's popular children's books - and bore pretty much everyone else.
The film goes too wide and gets a little soft at the end, but not fatally so. It's the rare horror film - well, sort of horror - that you and your children can enjoy together.
"Goosebumps" would seem to yield the serial pleasures a voracious Stineophile might desire.