A New Level of Terror P2 Movie Poster Art

SYNOPSIS:

Information technology's the night before Christmas, and workaholic Angela Bridges (Rachel Nichols) is late for her family holiday party. She tries to leave the part, but her machine won't outset and her prison cell phone won't work — then she meets the too-friendly security guard Thomas (Wes Bentley). Later on Angela turns down his dinner invitation, the twisted Thomas spends the residual of the nighttime terrorizing her equally she tries to escape the now-infamous parking level P2.

REVIEW:

D: Franck Khalfoun
C: Wes Bentley, Rachel Nichols

Go yourself a bus schedule.

Angela (Nichols) the workaholic is putting in those extra hours on Christmas Eve, trying to finish upwardly so that she can brand it to her sisters house where her family tiredly awaits her. As one of the last ones out with everyone taking off early, already late for the festivities, and now her auto not starting in the deserted parking garage, things aren't looking so expert for our girl. Helpful security baby-sit Thomas (Bentley) offers what help he can, but Angela must resort to calling a cab. So somewhere betwixt the cab arriving and Angela frantically running around for a mode to unlock the front end door, she wakes up wearing a lot less, handcuffed to a chair with a turkey and corn muffins dinner in front of her compliments of beloved Thomas.

So begins the madness as lonely Thomas continually attempts to strike up a genuine friendship with the harried heroine. P2 preys on the erstwhile urban fear of after-hours parking garages, except here the trouble is the person yous're supposed to be able to turn to for help and comfort.

With debut characteristic of Khalfoun, what you have here is a tight trivial romp that makes very practiced use of the garage location its set in, making it more of a giant game box for the criminally insane than a parking lot. Maybe those that have been paying attention will discover the writers of the screenplay, Alexandre Aja and Gregory Levasseur. They're the fellows that blessed us with the beautiful Haute Tension (Khalfoun in a small role), as well equally the somewhat improve but still lacking The Hills Have Eyes remake. With the blood and viscera flowing so freely in both of the previous mentioned films, I fully expected the aforementioned to go for P2, fifty-fifty with the noesis that the movie consisted of i person trying to escape another in a locked downwards garage. Not the case, equally for the almost part arterial spray is traded in for mood and frightfully cheery Christmas music.

Thomas doesn't drool or froth at the mouth. He doesn't spout threateningly poetic dialogue (although he does appear to exist a fan of Hemingway) or possess a burrowing charm to anesthetize the ladies. He doesn't announced out of nowhere with a hedge trimmer or take 8 shots to the chest and get support subsequently a small-scale sabbatical. With his only friend beingness a Rottweiller named Rocky, he's surely lacking in the companionship department, and that's all he's trying to do hither. Make a friend. One that volition perhaps lead to a human relationship. I mean, it'due south the holidays later all. People exercise weird things.

And it'southward Bentley's character, whom I believe if were tightened up script wise, and non so full general acting wise, that continue this film from reaching the adjacent level. But missed opportunities is the story at that place. We never get a real sense of desperation or a complete need from this graphic symbol to be doing the things he's doing. I wanted to despise him and at the same time feel distressing for him, but the moving picture never drew those feelings out of me. Brand me experience that the dog is your only friend in the globe, don't merely tell me.

Every bit the dialogue lessens and the threat heightens, Nichols gets improve. She goes about each step, every failed escape program, and all glimmers of hope realistically which certainly help the crusade.

For the gorehounds out there, this is certainly the tamest pic to come from the French filmmakers, merely you do go a few bones thrown in at that place. Or rather intestines and an center gouging.

P2 is a worthy film debut, and as with Aja, Khalfoun shows a good bargain of potential.

Check it out if you got yourself a horror hankering, only haven't quite worked upward the energy to see another Saw motion-picture show.

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