Synopsis
One witness. One camera
A television reporter and cameraman follow emergency workers into a dark apartment building and are quickly locked inside with something terrifying.
2007 Directed by Jaume Balagueró, Paco Plaza
A television reporter and cameraman follow emergency workers into a dark apartment building and are quickly locked inside with something terrifying.
Manuela Velasco Ferrán Terraza Martha Carbonell David Vert Carlos Lasarte Pablo Rosso Vicente Gil Carlos Vicente María Lanau Jorge-Yamam Serrano María Teresa Ortega Manuel Bronchud Claudia Silva Javier Botet Ben Temple Akemi Goto Kao Chen-Min Ana Isabel Velásquez Daniel Trinh Marita Borrego Jana Prats Víctor Massagué Javier Coromina
[REC] - Ein Albtraum aus Blut, Angst und Terror, REC, [•REC], REC レック, REC I, מקליט 1, מקליט ¹, מקליט¹, פחד, מצלמים 1, [На запис], Rec, מקליט, REC / レック, 알.이.씨, Репортаж, Snemaj!, ปิดตึกสยอง, Rec: Ölüm Çığlığı, Góc Quay Đẫm Máu, 死亡录像, 80分鐘死亡直播, 錄到鬼
One of the best found-footage films, maybe even THE best. Its secrets are fairly simple. Make it scary and move it along at a brisk pace. This film is never allowed to drag and we are invited to join the dots like the characters up to the genuinely chilling finale. Watching it with headphones on last night was a pant-soilingly good experience.
lived my whole life thinking i’d seen this but it turned out i just saw the american remake Quarantine (2008) twice
let's talk about a horror film where the jumpscares actually WORKS, hard to find nowdays
Chilling exploration of what happens when you film a bunch of fucked up stuff.
some scenes in this movie made me feel genuine fear and i haven’t been scared in front of a screen since i was 11 watching slenderman videos on youtube
Part of Hoop-Tober
“Remain calm. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
She was unwell.
For two days she had been running a fever and her throat had been sore. Tonsillitis, her mother said. Whatever that was. Daddy was gone to get medicine to make her feel better. This did not excite her—if she had learned anything in her seven years, it was that the cure was frequently worse than the problem, at least where taste was concerned. Mostly she was worried about Max, her dog. He was at the vet’s office, sick as—well, you know. It was no fun being a sick little girl, and even less fun with no puppy to snuggle. Not to worry, her mother assured her. Soon…