Studio: Netflix
Director: Santiago Menghini
Writer: Jon Croker, Fernanda Coppel
Producer: Jonathan Cavendish, Will Tennant
Stars: Cristina Rodlo, Marc Menchaca, David Figlioli, David Barrera, Moronke Akinola
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Summary:
An immigrant rents a room in a boarding house haunted by the ghosts of women who were victims of a mysterious blood ritual.
Review:
The trick with Netflix thrillers is you have to create your own criteria for choosing which ones to put in your queue. For starters, there are simply too many of them. A majority of the streaming giant’s original productions are indistinct adventures in assembly line mediocrity. They’re churned out so fast and so furiously, another ten have come and gone before you can even finish watching one.
It doesn’t help that nearly none of Netflix’s films come with any major marketing. You also rarely hear people gabbing about these nonevents on social media after the first hour has passed on release day. Unless there’s a notable name, uncharacteristic media coverage, or some other hook to grab you, you’re pretty much on your own to guess, “Is this going to be worth my time or just another forgettable flash in a totally pedestrian pan?”
“No One Gets Out Alive” checked enough boxes for me that I figured I’d take the leap, even though it looked like an average haunted house yarn no one would remember in two months time. The first box was that the story is set in my hometown of Cleveland. The city doesn’t appear onscreen all that often, so I like to give those movies a look when it does.
But swap out an establishing shot of the Terminal Tower with B-roll of any other location’s landmarks and “No One Gets Out Alive” could take place anywhere. Most of the movie plays out indoors anyway. It’s perfectly fine that Cleveland doesn’t specifically matter much however. Subtext and context alike push the point that undocumented immigrants struggle everywhere in America. “No One Gets Out Alive” could happen anywhere in more ways than one, so it’s reasonable for Cleveland to blur into Anytown, USA.
A better mark in the film’s favor is that Jon Croker and Fernanda Coppel based their screenplay on a novel by Adam Nevill. Nevill previously wrote “The Ritual,” which director David Bruckner turned into a fabulous folk frightener, probably the best bite of original horror under Netflix’s belt (review here). Bruckner also jumps aboard “No One Gets Out Alive” as an executive producer alongside Andy Serkis, further pumping up the film’s pedigree as having been molded by hands belonging to some of the best in the business.
“No One Gets Out Alive” continued holding my attention because I thought I’d maybe seen it before. Turns out I was thinking of the similar sounding “Nobody Gets Out Alive” (review here). In any event, early reviews also offered big pops of praise. Taking everything together, it seemed like “No One Gets Out Alive” was set up to buck the trend of tepidly tame thrillers from the Big N. But that’s not what happened.
Cristina Rodlo stars as Ambar, a Mexican immigrant trying to forge a new life for herself in Ohio. She’s stereotypically sympathetic. Ambar’s visible desperation forces her to work hard at a factory job she can’t keep up with. In social situations, she’s well mannered, exuding sheepishly gold-hearted kindness that wars with the uncertain anxiety of being a stranger in a strange land that would exploit any available excuse to send her back where she came from.
Basic though Ambar may be, I somehow still came to like her in spite of plentiful clichés. When I saw Ambar falling for a scam that would steal every last scrap of her cash, I actually felt my heart sink. It happened a second time in a subsequent scene when Ambar figures out she trusted the wrong person and lost her only reliable lifeline for survival. Big credit goes to Cristina Rodlo’s on-point performance, as the simple strength of her personality compelled me to care for a commonplace character, and I didn’t even notice it happening.
I wish something compelled me to care about the paranormal portion of Ambar’s plight. Forced to rent a room in a beat-up boarding house run by two sketchy brothers, Ambar finds herself in a familiar (to us) situation of supernatural spooks. Fleeting figures briefly appear and disappear in the distance. Dead butterflies suddenly come to life and flutter around. We can assume we’re dealing with a curse or a haunting of course, but we’re given precious few hints as to exactly what’s happening and why. We eventually figure it out for ourselves, but by then it’s too late. The unknown can certainly be scary. But too much of a mystery is not a good thing for making scares stick, which is how “No One Gets Out Alive” buries itself under a bunch of semi-creepy “things” that the narrative doesn’t back up with substance.
From here, “No One Gets Out Alive” gets hung up on routine scares like flickering lights, tiptoeing down dark corridors, and everyone’s evergreen favorite: suddenly waking up from a nightmare something like three or four times. Plot beats are equally bland. One predictable scene involves a potential savior who arrives just in the nick of time, if only the person in peril can attract his attention before it’s too late. Another involves two bad guys, one of whom has a Jiminy Cricket conscience capable of considering an emotional plea for help.
On technical terms, “No One Gets Out Alive” is an above average haunter. Director Santiago Menghini demonstrates strong staging with sharp camerawork, a modern gothic look, and rich mood lighting that’s among some of the most detailed I’ve seen for such consistently dark scenery. The movie functions as an excellent show reel for Menghini and is likely to attract attention for future projects.
Yet I’m still surprised some people have gone gaga over a casual chiller that’s really quite rote. I’ve no idea what those folks are talking about with regards to a supposedly surprise twist or overall originality, unless they’ve never seen ritualistic sacrifice in a horror film before. What didn’t they see coming? Although it’s lushly produced, this is standard stuff providing one more reminder that Netflix standouts are rare exceptions, not the rule.
Review Score: 60
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