Man's friend drops by late one evening distressed; claims his wife is having an affair. As the night progresses and the man and his wife have gone to bed we see that the friend is unable to sleep; that he's watchful and wary. Apparently there's some intense inner turmoil going on with him that has nothing to do with his wife's alleged affair. This man is seeing and hearing things; things he believes that are stalking him; waiting, watching, and wanting to harm him. What are these things? We the audience are shown glimpses but we can't tell if these things are in the real world or just in the man's mind alone. In any event, he eventually contaminates his hosts so that they too fear the unseen and unknown. The man's wife, however, remains suspicious throughout the movie that her husband's friend is one sandwich short of a picnic (okay, "mentally ill") and is therefore the real threat.
I thought the movie was psychologically interesting as it walked a line between paranormal experience and madness.That is to say, we the audience, aren't sure for sometime about what was happening. Like the man's wife, we too are suspicious that the friend is not rowing with both oars (okay, "mentally ill"). The acting is not Oscar great but is convincing enough to do the job. The story, which concentrates itself totally in the home of the man and his wife, is also decent enough to keep you curious throughout about what's going on. There are only 4 players (not counting whatever is out there) in the movie and so we are presented with yet another film doing more with less and shaming many big-budget productions that often do no better if they don't flop out right.
You know, it makes me think that maybe I could make my own movie. But I'd need a good reason for staying indoors so that people wouldn't think I'm indoors 'cause I got no money. Maybe I could draw up a script that says there's a terrible storm outside and me and a couple of my friends, who are visiting, are trapped inside. Yeah, that sounds plausible. Further, we're all hungry for pizza but know they won't deliver in the bad weather. What to do? This is the dramatic question; the nail-biting, stomach-churning-for-pizza, question. Consider: If we go out in the storm we may get killed and never ever eat delicious pizzas again. On the other hand, if we stay indoors it's like saying we don't really love pizzas. Can you imagine that?!! We're between that proverbial "brick and a hard place" folks, but must choose.
The movie progresses:
One of us suggests that we should draw straws. We all agree that this is fair. After this is done it falls on 2 of the 5 of us to brave the storm and get those pizzas. We wish our friends godspeed (as author of this farce, I am privileged to write in a short straw for myself ) and help them out the door with friendly shoves on their backs and inane remarks like "You da man, guys!" "You da man!"
Final Act:
Our friends have still not returned. But we're still hopeful even though the storm ended 3 days ago and one of our numbers has locked herself in my closet screaming from time to time "They're dead! They're dead!" We assuage any feelings of guilt and concern by offering that they're probably hold up somewhere. Yeah, that's it! They're hold up somewhere; safe and sound. Hopefully with those delicious pizzas; soggy, but still good. Hmmmmmmm. Love, Boloxxxi.
I thought the movie was psychologically interesting as it walked a line between paranormal experience and madness.That is to say, we the audience, aren't sure for sometime about what was happening. Like the man's wife, we too are suspicious that the friend is not rowing with both oars (okay, "mentally ill"). The acting is not Oscar great but is convincing enough to do the job. The story, which concentrates itself totally in the home of the man and his wife, is also decent enough to keep you curious throughout about what's going on. There are only 4 players (not counting whatever is out there) in the movie and so we are presented with yet another film doing more with less and shaming many big-budget productions that often do no better if they don't flop out right.
You know, it makes me think that maybe I could make my own movie. But I'd need a good reason for staying indoors so that people wouldn't think I'm indoors 'cause I got no money. Maybe I could draw up a script that says there's a terrible storm outside and me and a couple of my friends, who are visiting, are trapped inside. Yeah, that sounds plausible. Further, we're all hungry for pizza but know they won't deliver in the bad weather. What to do? This is the dramatic question; the nail-biting, stomach-churning-for-pizza, question. Consider: If we go out in the storm we may get killed and never ever eat delicious pizzas again. On the other hand, if we stay indoors it's like saying we don't really love pizzas. Can you imagine that?!! We're between that proverbial "brick and a hard place" folks, but must choose.
The movie progresses:
One of us suggests that we should draw straws. We all agree that this is fair. After this is done it falls on 2 of the 5 of us to brave the storm and get those pizzas. We wish our friends godspeed (as author of this farce, I am privileged to write in a short straw for myself ) and help them out the door with friendly shoves on their backs and inane remarks like "You da man, guys!" "You da man!"
Final Act:
Our friends have still not returned. But we're still hopeful even though the storm ended 3 days ago and one of our numbers has locked herself in my closet screaming from time to time "They're dead! They're dead!" We assuage any feelings of guilt and concern by offering that they're probably hold up somewhere. Yeah, that's it! They're hold up somewhere; safe and sound. Hopefully with those delicious pizzas; soggy, but still good. Hmmmmmmm. Love, Boloxxxi.