Burglars fight for their lives in the home of a blind man.
Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Fede Alvarez
Starring: Stephen Lang, Jane Levy, Dylan Minnette, Daniel
Zovatto, Emma Bercovici
Fede Alvarez's 2013 Evil Dead is one of the more contentious remakes of recent years. While a section of horror fans embraced its dark themes and explicit gore, many others bemoaned its lack of humour and visual invention, the two traits that made Sam Raimi's original so iconic. With his followup, Don't Breathe, it seems Alvarez has listened to the complaints of the latter camp, delivering a movie focussed on building suspense and scares without spilling an excess of blood (though another bodily fluid features heavily in a disturbing late sequence).
Alvarez reunites with his Evil Dead lead Jane Levy, here playing Rocky, one of a trio of teenage burglars who break into homes using alarm codes obtained by Alex (Dylan Minnette), whose father conveniently works for a security firm. When the third member of the team, Rocky's unstable boyfriend, 'Money' (Daniel Zovatto), learns of a stash of $300,000 hidden in the home of a military vet (Stephen Lang), he fails to persuade Alex to go along with a burglary. Alex has a rule of keeping the thefts below a value of $10,000, the cut-off point for a grand larceny charge, but Rocky, whom he has an unrequited crush on, sweet-talks him into joining herself and Money.
Set in the ruins of Detroit, the early scenes of Don't Breathe are highly reminiscent of It Follows, cinematographer Pedro Luque bathing long evacuated suburban streets in a sinister amber light. But once inside the house, Alvarez ramps things up into classic grindhouse territory, a home invasion thriller in reverse. The director's camera roams the house, establishing essential geography and alerting us to the location of Chekhov's various guns, hammers and sundry weapons that will come into play later.
It seems churlish to criticise what Alvarez fails to do here, especially when what he actually does is so effective. Turning the home invasion genre on its head is novel, and it also allows Alvarez to dispense with that bugbear of the modern horror film, the cellphone - as the protagonists are committing a crime, calling for help is a no no in this particular scenario.
Don't Breathe may lack the willingness to wade in murky moral waters that might elevate it to the level of grindhouse classics like Last House on the Left or The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, but it's not far off. One minor niggle though: why would a blind man keep newspaper clippings?
Don't Breathe is on Amazon Prime Video UK now.