The Call

Di­als up a shal­low but fun thriller, writes

The Gold Coast Bulletin - Play Magazine - - MOVIES -

help but think: Wouldn’t it be nice to in­stead be watch­ing some­thing as good as Brides­maids? How­ever, also, two, to re­mind us of the joy of movie-go­ing, of which thought­less movies like The Call are a def­i­nite part.

But while The Call man­ages to build some sus­pense from the boot of the car – the clever at­tempts to elicit help, the dwin­dling mo­bile phone bat­tery – its de­fi­cien­cies be­come less for­giv­able once the ac­tion turns off the road.

Ek­lund’s psy­chopath kid­nap­per is car­toon­ishly drawn and when he has Wel­son back at this lair – and Turner is sum­moned from the high-tech, oddly NASA-like call cen­tre – The Call dis­con­nects with hor­ror film cliches.

Berry keeps the film rolling even when it veers off course. Bres­lin, mak­ing a leap to more sor­did ter­ri­tory, has lit­tle to do but be scared. Michael Im­pe­ri­oli makes a brief ap­pear­ance as a con­cerned by­stander, a re­minder that the fine So­pra­nos ac­tor deserves con­sid­er­ably bet­ter.

From Phone Booth to Cel­lu­lar, phone-based movies have gen­er­ally been bad ser­vice for movie­go­ers, who so of­ten would rather look at their own mo­biles in the movie theatre.

Per­haps we can await a se­quel to The Call that shifts to the 311 call cen­tre, where a pot­hole com­plaint spi­rals dra­mat­i­cally out of con­trol.

So call me maybe?

The Call opens to­day.

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