Zombies are the middle children of the otherworldly family. Vampires are the oldest brother who gets to have a room in the attic, all tripped out with a disco ball and shag carpet. Werewolves are the youngest, the babies, always getting pinched and told they're cute. With all that attention stolen away from the middle child zombie, no wonder she shuffles off grumbling, "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha."

- Kevin James Breaux

Monday, May 6, 2013

Film Review: ELEVATOR (2011)

Parties are for dressing up and having a good time.  A time to be with families and friends and co-workers to celebrate the good times but for nine people on their way to a Wall Street party dressing up and having a few drinks will be the least of their problems.  In the film Elevator (2011) nine people get trapped in an elevator on their way to a party unbeknownst to them that one of them is carrying a bomb. 

Written by Marc Rosenberg Elevator takes nine completely different types of people and throws them into a pressure cooker as each occupant discovers how each of their lives lead them to that particular place at that particular moment and how corporate greed has forced one of them over the edge.  Filmed in one location the film does a great job maintaining the suspense and pressure especially at the moment when the danger of the bomb becomes a ticking clock for all of them.  The set-up is nothing new as it borrows from other single location thrillers with a group of trapped individuals who must discover their connection to one another but it is extremely well done and moves at a brisk pace from beginning to end.   The film may annoy horror fans who have seen this premise a hundred times before but don’t let that deter you from enjoying an otherwise well-made film.

Suspense thrillers have their place and like Buried (2010) and Phone Booth (2002) and Devil (2010) they have varying degrees of success of which this may feel like the lighter and more realistic version of Devil.  For those interested in a realistic suspense thriller than this film is right up your alley.

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