America feeds on violence, revenge and a warped sense of justice. Not to mention a lot of sex. Grotesque people do grotesque things to other grotesque people because of grotesque reasons. Got it, Mr. Rumley. And because of that, you inflict this thematically overreaching, aesthetically smug perversion of the torture genre on me - a die-hard liberal - who wound up longing for the scissors of a censor. Fuck this.
At his best, Simon Rumley is the most powerful horror director post-1999, edging out Pascal Laugier. His style compares to the death-drumbeat of films like 1968's Rosemary's Baby and 1988's The Vanishing, the tension rising until its somber and appropriate death throes. He's horror as 'literature'... and why horror is often at its best when it's a serious and scary, uber-dark drama with realistically-told devices.
I stopped watching this after 60 mins, not to spoil but the abduction and torture part of the movie and from there onwards seemed forced to make the movie more exciting i guess. But the story started off so well, realistic and relatable and also for the first time i have seen a female actress without any make up at all.
A film I think I wanted to like more than I did. The first half is a totally captivating (and oddly touching) character study that soars on strangely matter-of-fact performances. When it got into the second act, the let's-push-buttons-with-lots-of-gore-and-take-some-names stuff, I feel like the film lost a lot of its heart, and I lost a fair amount of interest.