Friday, October 27, 2023

Night World (2017)


When former LAPD officer Brett Anderson takes a job as head of security at an old apartment building in Bulgaria's capital, Sofia, he soon begins to experience a series of bizarre and terrifying events. Once he begins to delve deeper into the building's sinister history and investigate its shadowy owners and past employees, Brett soon uncovers a malevolent force nestled deep in the bowels of the building that will do anything to be set free into our world.

Reviews

  • OK, atmosphere was really good and building pretty Gothic. Sounds just add the sense of intense, but After 45-50 minutes it's just another supernatural boring drama. 

  • While subtle, moody horror films can be great, without something solid to coalesce around, eventually the atmosphere dissipates. Dull script, flat performances, a horror tale that fails to frighten or make us believe anybody has a stake in what happens.

  • A foul abomination of a film, although it starts well enough. I wish I had the two hours that I wasted on this rubbish back, but the best I can do is to exhort you not to waste two hours of your life on this lamentable "entertainment". The young lady (Lorina Kamburova) 's performance is respectable and I wish her a successful career, but I would advise her to choose her subsequent projects more wisely if she cares about career longevity, and self-respect.

Wolf hour(2019)

  •  An unseen tormentor harasses a reclusive author as a citywide blackout triggers fires, looting and escalating violence during the Summer of Sam in New York in 1977.

  • Naomi Watts stars in this tension-filled thriller as a woman being harassed by an unseen killer in New York City 1977 during the “Summer of Sam.”

  • June (Naomi Watts) was once a celebrated counter-culture figure, but that was a decade ago. She now lives alone in her fifth floor South Bronx apartment, having all but cut herself off from the outside world. It’s the notorious “Summer of Sam” and June only has to look out of her window to see the violence escalating with the brutal summer heat. The city is on a knife’s edge, a pressure-cooker about to explode into the incendiary 1977 New York blackout

  • The Wolf Hour is a tense Hitchcockian thriller with powerhouse performances led by Academy Award® nominee Naomi Watts. Once a celebrated counterculture figure, June (Watts) now lives alone, having all but cut herself off from the outside world. Looking down from her fifth floor South Bronx apartment, she watches the escalating unrest in a city on a knife-edge during the notorious ‘Summer of Sam’. June retreats further into isolation whilst her city becomes a pressure cooker, ready to explode in the incendiary 1977 blackout riots. Thinking herself safe from the violence in the streets, June’s weaknesses are exploited by an unseen tormentor, and her insular personal universe begins to unravel.



Review:

  • The Wolf Hour begins to feel strangely like an allegory for the paranoid fears of white women in a world of scary Black men.

  • Claustrophobic thriller goes nowhere despite sense of peril.

  • The result is a sometimes punishingly theatrical experiment that teeters on the verge of surreality, transfixing us with the promise of something terrible lurking just beyond those ratty curtains.

  • The film is all surface, and its depiction of trauma becomes increasingly exploitative and hollow as it moves along.
The Wolf Hour review by Tomris Laffly(https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews)

Playing a self-banished, agoraphobic recluse, Naomi Watts delivers a disquieting, mostly one-woman performance in writer/director Alistair Banks Griffin’s “The Wolf Hour.” It’s a drab vision of mental struggle that owes all of its limited draw to its lead—you can’t imagine spending those 90 or so grimy and claustrophobic minutes with anyone other than Watts. But then again, if it’s a sense of nightmarish, escalating disorientation you are after, you could instead be watching the surreal “Mulholland Drive,” with proven proficiency in tapping into Watts’ appealing dark side. There are times Griffin nears that raw madness (with a little “The Shining” mixed in for good measure), once again, entirely thanks to Watts’ dedication. But on the whole, his indecisive “The Wolf Hour” tick-tocks its way to an underwhelming finale. And when it gets there, the most shocking realization you’ll have is how forgettable an affair it all has been.


It’s a shame, because Griffin sets his neo-noir-adjacent psychological thriller in one of the most cinematically juicy eras and locales in American history. We are in the summer of 1977, cramped inside a grubby apartment in a South Bronx walkup that has seen better days. Outside, the .44 caliber killer, Son of Sam, is looming large, the heat is sweltering and somewhere in the city, Travis Bickle is still driving his taxi while the infamous blackout of July ’77 bides its time. But we don’t see any of that however, and settle instead for a diminutive microcosm of the period within the confines of writer June Leigh’s (Watts) apartment, a roomy-ish (by New York standards) living quarter with a view, which used to belong to the author’s grandmother.

Mercifully, Kaet McAnneny’s production design does a fine enough job injecting this mostly indoors-set picture with a real sense of time and place. Amid all the piles of books, dusty nooks and crannies and a mucky kitchen, June watches this “Drop Dead”-era world go by behind her dirt-encrusted windows. Police sirens are constantly within her earshot and the Twin Towers are still erect in her eyesight. If only this once-celebrated counterculture figure could just step outside. But she had decided to lock herself in and put a stop to the troubles she’s caused after one of her successful books destroyed her family. If she never leaves, June figures, she can’t do any further harm. But what if someone is trying to hurt her instead? There are certainly enough clues, the chief of them being an unknown someone incessantly buzzing her intercom to never answer back.

We never really know how long June has been living like this, though the mountainous trash bags scattered in her apartment (which you can almost smell) and Watts’ sweaty breathlessness offer clues that it’s been a while, to say the least. Every now and then, other people walk in and out of the story to release us from mind-numbing monotony, like a concerned but supportive sister (played amicably by Jennifer Ehle), an opportunistic delivery guy/hustler (the always memorable rising star Kelvin Harrison Jr.), a creepy cop and a self-professed midnight cowboy (Emory Cohen of “Brooklyn”), who helps amplify the tension when boredom starts to take over.


The finest (and predictably, the most distressing) segment of “The Wolf Hour” arrives when lights get wiped out across the city. Griffin plays the well-known, violent and chaotic beats of the historical occurrence with impressive believability, aided by Khalid Mohtaseb’s cinematography that accentuates shadows and light flickers with gritty texture. Yet Griffin’s film never really gets anywhere revelatory. Worse, it doesn’t seem to want to. Like the sheltered loner at its center, “The Wolf Hour” feels jailed amongst a string of half-realized ideas, too intimidated to step outside and tackle them head-on.

Tomris Laffly
Tomris Laffly is a freelance film writer and critic based in New York. A member of the New York Film Critics Circle (NYFCC), she regularly contributes to RogerEbert.com, Variety and Time Out New York, with bylines in Filmmaker Magazine, Film Journal International, Vulture, The Playlist and The Wrap, among other outlets.

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