Sh*t your pants scary, tense, gripping, a film that is no holds barred and intriguingly unique with its movement and usage of lens and dolly's.
Silent Houses storyline is unequivocal, but in all the renegade users will preach to be here I go with it- A young girl and Father I remodelling there home then some hefty sh*t goes down!
From the two masters of suspense who brought us Open Water remake Silent House, but bettered than the original, in a whole they are two comparatively differed movies. SH is chord that goes on for too long and equals into a shrewd skin tearing crescendo of artistically beautiful and horror at its most psychological and physical rank.
The Bad is the performances from the two male leads. They are often quoting a script, not delivering a line, nor performing. Also alas this is down to the trodden disappointing ending that almost lost this films grip and pace and actuality and creative quiche.
The Good of course is the films whole conundrum of it being shot in one take, not only is the tracking shots, crane shots are perfectly enthused and neither intrinsically cut, there is no validated cut here, or trick up there sleeves, and to ad hold an actual artistic surrealism in the baritones and construction of it being in camera in that take shows the purpose and theatricality and theatre it portrays and ignites the luminosity of how hard and detailed a rehearsal schedule they adhered.
A horrific, dark, slow, character driven, nerve tingling, knife scraping edging to go to the toilet for a banging sh*t scare fest!