Tense and unrelenting, this is a stripped down terror chase. I greatly appreciated the distinct lack of ‘generic horror stupidity’ on display. I can’t think of almost any moment where the characters don’t do something that seems logical and feels right. Frills are minimal, but its easily relatable and propulsive action kept me invested and interested.
Jules Willcox keeps the eyes tear-filled, the mind relatively cleared, and the will to live burning fiercely. A strong almost-solo performance. She is paired with the engrossingly creepy Marc Menchaca. Both held this film with passion, like a knife attempting to be driven into a downed opponent.
It doesn’t have much else to offer than the terrorizing thrills of escaping a kidnapping. There aren’t long set-ups for characters or side plots; this is bare bones and probably doesn’t engender enough to have you coming back for a second bite at this cherry. Nevertheless, it does what it means to, spartanly, grittily and intensely.