A repulsive and ridiculously nonsensical horror film,that poses as something profound and emotional. The film begins with a car crash and cuts immediately to the pregnant driver, Sarah, who is now just a day from being induced into labour. She is understandably depressed, her husband having died, and she was also told there were no other survivors. It’s christmas eve and she decides to spend the night alone.
Fast forward, and a creepy woman, emerced in darkness, is at the door. She knows intimite details about the lead’s life, and is intimidating. Sarah manages to get an obscured photo of the woman, and calls the police, who come to check on her.
Things only escalate, as the woman makes her way into the house and attempts to murder Sarah and steal her unborn child using a pair of big looking scissors. Sarah fights back, realizes she doesn’t want to die or something, and a back and forth of violence, anger and blood-lust ensues. Lots of people die, police officers come back to life, and the twist could not be more uninspiring. Why there even had to be a twist, I don’t know.
The film is bloody, so if you like that…. you might enjoy this film. It is absolutely humourless though, and is devoid of life. It is essentially a soul sucking endeavor that does little to enlighten or enrich either your verve for life or understanding of self. This is the worst kind of horror film, and to have been told it may be among the best of the New French Horror Wave, I can’t say I’m looking forward to seeing more from the resurgence.
It takes itself remarkably seriously, though I can’t reiterate how little it has to say. It even makes an attempt to tie in the riots of disenchanted immigrant youths, mostly Muslim, to the storyline. One of the casualties is a young Muslim boy who claims innocence. How this ties into anything, I don’t know… I think it’s just lazy posturing of intelligence and depth.