A Quiet Place
The scariest thing.
I’ve seen with John Krasinski,
Since License to Wed.
I mean, come on, “License to Wed” was scary bad.
On the other hand, “A Quiet Place” was scary good. It won’t keep you wide awake at night by any means, but it’ll have you on the edge of your seat in the moment. Especially the birthing scene. That’s got to be the best use of a bathroom setting in a horror movie since “Psycho.”
When I first saw previews for “A Quiet Place,” I kept thinking I was watching a trailer for a movie adaption of “The Last of Us.” While this movie does have some things in common with the video game about a man escorting a teenage girl across a post-apocalyptic United States in which cannibalistic creatures ravage the earth, “A Quiet Place” is something wholly its own.
I’m pretty picky when it comes to horror movies, but I loved “A Quiet Place” not just for the way it turns sound into a weapon, but because the aliens are truly frightening. Director John Krasinski makes it clear from the beginning that they aren’t fucking around, and he also knows that the longer we wait to get a glimpse of what these bad boys really look like, the better.
“A Quiet Place” also works so well because, at a 90 minute runtime, it never lingers. Right as the premise started to feel drawn out, the credits rolled. And while its abrupt ending will certainly strike different chords with different people, I definitely thought it was a smart call. My friend and I often joke that, we aren’t the filmmakers, so who the hell are we to judge when they decide to end the movie?