The Quiet Ones: Film Review
April 11 (U.K.), April 25 (U.S.)
Jared Harris, Sam Claflin, Olivia Cooke, Erin Richards, Rory Fleck-Byrne
“Hunger Games” regular Sam Claflin and “Mad Men” veteran Jared Harris co-star in this stylish but muddled poltergeist thriller from vintage Brit-horror studio Hammer.
LONDON – Paying homage in style and theme to the vintage horror movies of the 1970s, The Quiet Ones is the latest stylish shocker from Hammer, the recently reactivated classic U.K. studio imprint. Mixing creaky haunted-house and exorcism tropes with a nod to the contemporary found-footage subgenre, the film relies on high production values and sense-battering shock tactics to make up for wooden performances and an illogical, silly script. As an exercise in retro pastiche, it impresses. But as a postmodern genre reinvention, it fails to deliver.
Commercial expectations are running high for The Quiet Ones following Hammer’s unprecedented global hit with The Woman in Black two years ago, the studio’s biggest-ever U.S. opening and the most successful British horror release in 20 years. The presence of Mad Men veteran Jared Harris and Hunger Games regular Sam Claflin should also help its box-office prospects worldwide. Following its U.K. theatrical debut next week, the film arrives on U.S. screens in late April.
The sophomore feature of Washington-born screenwriter-turned-director John Pogue, The Quiet Ones boasts the usual vague claims to be “inspired by actual events.” It draws very loosely on the "Philips Experiment" of 1972, in which a group of Toronto academic researchers tried to prove that ghosts and poltergeists are constructs of the human mind. Needless to say, the original trials did not involve satanic cults, paranormal love triangles or high body counts, but reality can be disappointingly mundane like that. Print the legend.
Set in 1974, the film stars Harris as Joseph Coupland, an Oxford University psychology professor with highly unorthodox methods. Coupland hires amateur cameraman Brian McNeil (Claflin) to document his controversial experiments on Jane Harper (Olivia Cooke), a mentally unstable young woman who appears to be possessed by a diabolical alter ego named Evey. The professor believes Jane is creating Evey purely through her own telekinetic powers, and thus could hold the key to curing mental illness across the globe. His cutting-edge treatment, bizarrely, involves locking her in a cell-like bedroom and blasting her with loud rock music.
Driven out of Oxford by angry neighbors and nervous university authorities, Coupland and his team relocate to a crumbling country house straight out of the horror-cliche handbook. No other living souls for miles around? Check. Broken phone connection? Check. Spooky attic rooms? Check. Flickering lights that malfunction on an hourly basis? You get the picture. As the obligatory sexual tension begins to crackle between Brian and Jane – or is it Evey? –shocking revelations come to light about several key characters, and Evey’s poltergeist-like antics turn steadily more sinister. A bloody battle between scientific reason and supernatural evil follows.
Harris clearly relishes playing Coupland as a louche, chain-smoking, libidinous dandy, just a degree away from hammy mad-scientist caricature. In a vintage Hammer production, Vincent Price or Christopher Lee would have owned this role. The professor may be two-dimensional, but the rest of the cast are limited to one each. Claflin’s Brian is a pale cipher of naive goodness while his fellow researchers Kristina (Erin Richards) and Harry (Rory Fleck-Byrne) are thinly written eye-candy roles. All three are burdened with clunky dialogue and contrived plot exposition in place of character.
A charitable horror aficionado might interpret all these clumsy touches as self-referential allusions to Hammer’s notoriously cheap, semi-exploitation ethos. But they still grate, and sit oddly alongside the film’s high technical polish. Production design is strong, capturing the washed-out tobacco browns and bell-bottomed post-hippie fashions of the era. Connoisseurs of vintage British rock will enjoy a well-curated soundtrack that includes Slade, T-Rex and Hawkwind.
Visual effects are also impressive, particularly Brian’s hand-held footage with its authentically retro lens flare, degraded colors and scratchy frames. The sound design is striking too, a sonic collage of percussive booms and deafening static roars that are often more unsettling than the film’s relatively mild visual shocks. There are echoes here of Peter Strickland’s 2012 retro-horror homage Berberian Sound Studio, but without that film’s stylistic verve and experimental edge.
The Quiet Ones is not very original, nor even especially scary, and its title ultimately proves as meaningless as its plot. All the same, this genteel shocker earns its place in Hammer’s campy canon of superior B-movie schlock. Creaky and predictable, it should serve as comfort food to the huge and undemanding global fan base for old-school horror, the heavy metal of movie genres.
Production: Hammer Films
Cast: Jared Harris, Sam Claflin, Olivia Cooke, Erin Richards, Rory Fleck-Byrne
Director: John Pogue
Screenwriters: Craig Rosenberg, Oren Moverman, John Pogue, based on a screenplay by Tom de Ville
Producers: Steven Chester Prince, Ben Holden, James Gay-Rees, Simon Oakes, Tobin Armbrust
Cinematographer: Matyas Erdely
Production designer: Matt Gant
Costume designer: Camille Benda
Editor: Glenn GarlandMusic: Lucas Vidal
Rated 15 (U.K.), 98 minutes
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