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This feels like the ancestor of a lot of modern horror, from The Ring to The Conjuring films. The first half is far superior, all atmosphere and mystery that the second half really can't live up to with it's convoluted plot. Still, Scott is a great anchor and it mines some pretty terrific scares from some pretty sparse elements.
I gotta say, I was really surprised that "the money shot" as it were, was in the first 10 minutes. The film doesn't really reach those heights again until the admittedly gnarly final showdown. Everything in between really drags, and the movie is almost outright sunk by the main actor, who gives one of the worst performances I've seen in a long time.
Maybe it was just the presence of Michael Ironside and exploding heads, but I guess I was expecting this to be more like a Paul Verhoeven movie than well, a David Cronenberg movie.
Given the pulpy premise and low budget, I was not expecting something this grueling and earnest. A bit formless at the start (it's less than 90 minutes and could probably stand to be even shorter), but by the time it zeros in on it's ultimate aims, it's pretty gripping.
I feel like Olivia Wilde doesn't get enough credit. Granted, she's mostly in bad stuff, but she always delivers. She's raw here in a way that would probably garner more praise…
Caught this at Nitehawk almost exactly a year ago. If I had seen it before I compiled my Best of 2016 list, it almost certainly would have been #2, if not #1.
Rare to see a film this sincere, while also being intelligent and not saccharine. Driver shows amazing range by playing a down to earth, decent guy (as opposed to his more popular register of blustering maniacs) and Golshifteh Farahani pretty much does the impossible by taking a character…