Directed by John Krasinski (2018)
by Sandy DeVito

A Quiet Place has, most readily, sequences of high tension that help it come quite close to feeling like a cohesive narrative, mostly by simply dragging you along at a break-neck pace, but after the credits rolled I found myself remembering more and more that is either clumsily executed, feels incomplete, or is just too basic and vague to leave a lasting impact. Like last year's It Comes At Night, we are thrust immediately into the post-apoc world of Krasinski's film without our footing, trusting the narrative to give us clues in time. Most of the major bits of exposition in the first twenty minutes are given to us, literally, on a dry-erase board. Call me picky, but I wanted more, and I wanted it more creatively.