|Director||Chris Kentis, Laura Lau|
|Starring||Elizabeth Olsen, Adam Trese, Eric Sheffer Stevens|
|Release||4 MAY (UK) Certificate 15|
The problem is, thanks to the main cheap cinematic trick, we are only ever watching Olsen on screen at any time... all the time. The result is that 75% of the movie is made up of her tip-toeing around the house, scared out of her wits and breathing in that high-pitched hysterical fashion that's only ever really tolerable in a film because it's usually short-lived. And it all gets so irritating to watch that not only do you not care about the threat in the house, you just want the film to finish and be over with as soon as possible. It doesn't matter how high the stakes are when you feel physically affronted by how they are being presented.
Reason #1 why it's necessary to have edits and cuts in a film: If all you're doing is seeing an Olsen sister on screen, you have no idea how near or how far the danger is. At least Olsen herself gets to look around her, the lucky cow. All we get to see for the most part are her wide eyes and quivering bottom lip.
Reason #2 why it's necessary to have edits and cuts: spatial awareness. With one shaky cam following a single terrified person, there are no wider angles to help put her in context. As far as I'm concerned, the reason Olsen's dad and uncle are renovating the house in the first place is because it's made up entirely of door frames, hallways and under-the-bed space.
Reason #3 for...etc: at one point early on in this film, Olsen has to light several candles... so we have to watch her light several candles. Without any escape from the stupefyingly mundane activity on screen, we are forced to sit through every step, breath and blink and it's SO DULL.
The one redeeming feature here is that Elizabeth Olsen is actually really good in a completely unrewarding role. Having seen a thousand horror films with a total of ten thousand women shriek and gasp their way through a predatory attack, Olsen is one of the most believable at being utterly terrified. Her convincing portrayal of a near-paralysed-with-fear victim is a performance totally undeserving of an otherwise, cheap, gimmicky, flash-in-the-pan frightfest.
And, as it turns out, her impressive portrayal – and even an admittedly interesting overall conclusion – just isn't enough to rescue a film that is literally agonising to watch. Frankly, end credits should never be a source of so much relief.