“Blu-ray or Bust”
DON’T BREATHE (2016, R, 88 minutes, GHOSTHOUSE PICTURES/SONY)
Hollywood has found it in its blackened, regurgitative heart to pay closer
attention to horror films these days.
Most of the crap-flicks now go straight-to-video; actually,
as this here be modern times, most of it goes straight-to-streaming. There are
much fewer horror films released in theatres these days than there were, say,
back in the 90’s. The slasher film has had its heyday, and passed on like one
of its teenage victims. Genetically bred monsters have retired to the
subbasements of ill-conceived and overused government labs, and alien invasions
have become a thing of yesterday (unless Roland Emmerich has his way…).
What now sneaks out of La La Land under the cover of
darkness and original ideas are horror films that give a slight nod-and-a-wink
to those films of bygone eras and leave them far, far behind. I’m talking smart
horror films, kids. Movies that are intelligent little nuggets of terror, which
use basic premises and turn them on their heads. By lending a more
psychological element to the proceedings, directors and writers have turned our
definition of ‘horror’ on its bloody, bludgeoned head. Horror no longer
necessarily means there HAS TO BE a giant monster, or that there HAS TO BE an
un-killable maniac with a machete or a giant freaking knife.
IT FOLLOWS was groundbreaking because it lifted the “teen
has sex, teen dies” bit of the 80’s to horrifyingly new and smarter levels.
Yes, there was a monster, but you couldn’t always see it, and it never looked
the same. The first INSIDIOUS film took the ghost story and re-wrote the rules,
which director James Wan repeated with the equally good THE CONJURING.
With DON’T BREATHE, director/writer Fede Alvarez (the man
behind 2013’s EVIL DEAD remake) goes one step further: he brings along a
cinematographer who waxes poetic all over your face, like a ruptured carotid
artery of visual assault. The way this film is shot is enough to make this
required viewing; from the wonderfully shot sequence of the team of
burglars/friends looking through the house of ‘The Blind Man’, to the amazing
all-dark photography that lets in brilliant flashes of color whenever a shot is
fired…
There are enough subtle touches both behind and in front of
the camera to make you want to re-watch specifically for certain elements. But
all technical aspects aside, watch this because of Stephen ‘Freaking’ Lang
(AVATAR, “Terra Nova”). His performance of the blind homeowner who finds
himself defending his house against three able-bodied teens is nothing short of
(OBVIOUS PUN ALERT) breathtaking. I don’t like spoilers, so I cannot say much
about him, but you have to watch closely to catch all the little things he
brings to the job. The rest of the cast is good—Jane Levy (EVIL DEAD,
“Suburgatory”) as “Rocky”, our morally questionable heroine, is especially effective—but
this movie belongs to Lang… and to cinematographer Pedro Luque (ABC’S OF DEATH
2)…
… and to that damnable maze of a house. Oh, and musician
Roque Baños.
Just go watch the dang movie before the sequel comes out,
‘kay?
Film Grade: A
Special
Features: A (several short docs that give you peeks behind all of the
magic—just enough to make you appreciate the finished product even more,
without the boredom of one half-hour doc where everyone talks about how awesome
the gaffer was)
Blu-ray
Necessary: Abso-freakin’-lutely
-- T.S.
Kummelman
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