I can applaud this deliberately paced home invasion thriller for its commitment to slow-building dread and frequent use of long camera takes. Still, watching 85 minutes of human suffering captured by handheld camera work makes you realize why Dr. Loomis was so central to "Halloween": by giving context to Michael Meyers' warpath, he lent that film's proceedings a mythic quality and thus imbued them with meaning.
Not a terrible film, I suppose, but it becomes more and more clear as the film progresses that it has very little to offer visually, and even less on its mind. The low-key horror 2nd act is dull and repetitious, and the third act becomes unconvincingly nasty. It just turns miserable and doesn't sell the tone or offer anything in the way of counterpoint.
What makes this the finest mainstream horror movie in recent memory is the systematic way it wraps genre around life. The world of this film is rare in genre cinema, because it is a world in which actual people appear to be living actual lives in media res. It is not possible to say enough about how deft this first act is. Are kids still watching home invasion movies together on acid? Youth is wasted on the young.
it's so bad that I had to interpret the shit out of it to find out that, like tarantino flicks do with violence, it's about the audience's expectations on horror. it's not about that at all, though. it's just so bad that I had to make an excuse up so as to not feel as bad for having wasted time with it.
This beautifully woven thriller plays out just as you might think, and then turns everything you think is going on and flips it on you. Liv Tyler is a talented actress and proves this even further in a psychological power play. While the movie does not end in a particularly positive light, it makes room for a sequel (about to come out this year). Definitely see this one, as you will be very much edge-of-your-seat.
nice suspense and performances, but it's a shame the story doesn't go anywhere. (spoiler) just a whole lot of hunting and killing and then pfff... the end. who are those three anyway? I hate when I feel that I have wasted my time.