It Comes at Night | |
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by Peter J. O’Connell
It Comes at Night. Released:
June 2017. Runtime: 91 mins. MPAA Rating: R for violence, disturbing images,
and language.
It Comes at Night,
written and directed by Trey Edward Shults, focuses on a family that might be
considered an American ideal—in some respects. Three generations—beloved
grandfather, father with a professional background, loving mom, bright son—live
together in a natural setting, and they’re interracial to boot. But there’s a
problem, you see.
There’s this highly contagious pandemic that’s depopulating
the world like a medieval plague. And no one knows exactly how the disease is
spread. But if you do catch it, it kills you—horribly. And Grandpa (David
Pendleton) has caught it. So early on in the movie, as an act of mercy, Grandpa
has to be “put down,” shot by his teenage grandson, Travis (Kelvin Harrison,
Jr.), and his body burned by Travis’ father, Paul (Joel Edgerton).
To deal with the menace to this American family, Paul,
formerly a teacher, has become a gun-wielding paranoid patriarch, who has
located his family in a house in the woods and boarded over the windows and
doors, except for two, the front room’s outer door and the door leading to that
room. These doors are always to be kept locked. Paul, his wife, Sarah (Carmen
Ejogo), and Travis must wear gloves and gas masks whenever they go outside.
It is as if the family is living in a situation that is a
kind of combination of the besieged “outpost of civilization” familiar from
many classic movies and a troubled spaceship from science-fiction—think of that
“two-door access” and those gas masks. This combined situation reflects the
mysterious nature of the source spreading the disease. Some creepy scenes
somewhat bring to mind such possibilities as zombies or other monstrous
creatures, perhaps space aliens—Paul hasn’t built a “big, beautiful wall,” so
presumably illegal aliens aren’t to blame—or human deplorables of various
kinds. (Some rednecks do put in a brief, bloody appearance.)
A challenge for Paul’s family fortress arrives in the
persons of another family seeking shelter—Will (Christopher Abbott), Kim (Riley
Keough), and their young son, Andrew (Griffin Robert Faulkner). Paul is very
suspicious of the three, but eventually he yields to Sarah’s position that the
more people they have with them, the easier it will be to defend themselves
should anyone else come across their location.
The two families get along well for a time. In fact, there
are almost some romantic sparks between Travis, who has been suffering from the
strain of the family’s situation, and Kim. But the era of good feelings doesn’t
last long. One night things start to go very, very bad—and it’s not because of
monsters, aliens, or rednecks. The “it” that “comes” is already inside the
family fortress, inside the hearts and minds of the family members.
It Comes at Night is a tightly directed
film that comes close to getting maximum impact from its rather minimal plot
and setting. Shults’ cinematography (by Drew Daniels) and lighting techniques—mostly only the “actual”
lighting, such as gunsight lights and flashlights--are quite effective in
creating an almost constant sense of dislocation and mood of menace. And the
subtly ominous score by Brian McComber contributes to the unsettling effect
quite well. The acting by all concerned seems exactly right—the coiled
intensity of Edgerton, the mix of gentleness and strength in Ejogo, and the
work of the talented young actors Harrison and Keough. Particularly striking is
a kitchen conversation between the latter two.
Shults’ film is one of a recent clutch of creative “horror”
movies that remind one of the reply that Edgar Allan Poe made to a critic who
had commented that Poe was purveying horror akin to that of German folk tales.
Poe said: “The horror of which I write is not of Germany but of the soul.”