Terror arrives at the one place we all feel safest in this taut psychological thriller starring Natasha Henstridge. When a wealthy woman and her stepson are targeted by a trio of expert thieves in their remote mansion, her only form of help comes from a call with a security systems specialist. But as the intruders become increasingly hostile and the connection wavers, will she trust him to be her eyes and navigate her to safety?
February 1, 2016
Natasha Henstridge as Chloe
Jason Patric as Mike
I’ll keep this one remarkably brief, as the film is absurdly disappointing, and has no pulse whatsoever: It’s about a wife stuck in a troubled marriage who’s forced to rely on instinct, an impressive security system and one telephone operator to ensure she and her son survive a home invasion.
That’s a paper thin synopsis, and it mirrors the film itself, which offers absolutely nothing in the way of creativity. In fact, the movie really doesn’t offer much of anything. It’s about as dull and flat as one could imagine. There’s an attempt or two to liven things up with little twists, but they miss the mark, and by the time they work their way into the picture you’ll be lucky to be conscious. Seriously, the one thing this flick is almost guaranteed to do is put you to sleep.
Even the title of the film is yawn-inducing.
Natasha Henstridge puts some effort into her work, and she’s almost successful in making the viewer care about Chloe, the victim of the tale. Her relationship with her mouthy preteen makes for a few relatively interesting exchanges, but outside of the first act that’s an angle of the film that generally goes neglected. The other “big” player of the film is Jason Patric, who handles the role of the telephone operator for the security company that provides service for Chloe’s lavish crib. As a huge Patric fan it breaks my heart to tell you he really… well, he phones this performance in. Seriously, you’d be hard pressed to find another film starring Jason Patric in which he looks less interested. That’s disappointing, but it’s easy to understand why Patric didn’t invest a hint of effort: he read the script.
You know a film is pretty dreadful when you have trouble even talking about it. That’s what Home Invasion was, a painfully boring viewing experience and a picture I’d care to never think or speak about again. If you’d like to avoid throwing 90 minutes of your life away, avoid Home Invasion. Watch Panic Room, instead – that’s what the film tries, and fails (miserably), to be.