SHE COULD BE MY DAUGHTER
It’s continually fantastic to see how actors from a successful TV collection cope in a feature film. And especially if the style is quite distinct from what they performed in that series. Here Nikolai Coster-Waldau makes a respectable try to exhibit that he has more to provide than taking part in a king’s son who prefers to operate gymnastic workouts with his sister between the sheets. His overall performance here is on a similar level to that of Jaime Lannister in “Game of Thrones”. Convincing enough, however now not exactly of first-rate quality. A role that doesn’t annoy you. But each and every time you see his face somewhere, you have to suppose for a second where you comprehend that face from. This is also the case right here in “The Silencing”. I was once like, “Damn, the place do I comprehend this man from?”. Only after fifteen minutes or so, I ought to parent it out.
WHERE THERE’S GRIEF, THERE’S BOOZE.
“The Silencing” itself is of the same level. Certainly now not a bad movie. But also no longer a film that’ll blow you away. The story felt a bit incomplete to me. There were some improbabilities (not to say totally nonsensical decisions). And the dénouement with the disclosure of the perpetrator and his motivation, I individually observed a bit far-fetched. The film had something “Silence of the Lambs“wish but then set in an extensive, forest-like nature reserve. A region managed via Ray born Swanson (Nikolai Coster-Waldau) that has been given the title “Gwen Swanson sanctuary”. A reference to his daughter who has been missing for 5 years. It’s a area where animals can stay undisturbed and protected, some distance from hunters and poachers. Rayborn lives an isolated life far from the civilized world. A way to silently grief about the loss of his daughter. Usually by way of eating liters of alcohol. A bit odd because that’s precisely what triggered that disappearance.
THERE’S A SERIAL KILLER ON THE LOOSE.
The story gets a little greater thrilling the moment a serial killer comes into the picture. Someone who is a probable watched “The Hunt” too much. What follows, is a cat-and-mouse game with the participation of the neighborhood girl sheriff Alice Gustafson (Annabelle Wallis, series-loving fans will understand her from “Peaky Blinders”) who herself has her arms full of the stupidities of her little brother Brooks (Hero Fairness Tiff in), a drug addict with a nerve-racking past.
RIDICULOUS THINGS.
Without a doubt, this ought to have been a great deal better, coherent movie, supplied the script was changed a bit. It’s linked together with hooks and eyes. Full of coincidences and ridiculous twists. Decisions are made that are too ridiculous for words. Alice’s stunning action at one point is understandable on the one hand. But on the different hand totally unreal. And the indifference that those involved exhibit in a while as if nothing had ever happened, made me frown for a moment. Rayburn’s paint pot trick regarded so absurd and stupid that I spontaneously burst out laughing. Not precisely applicable to a serious thriller about a serial killer.
MEDIOCRITY RULES.
“The Silencing” isn’t so great. A mediocre piece of movie. Actually, you could say that you’ve seen it all before in other movies. And much better movies too. Cinematographically it looks professional (despite the low budget) and the general mood is also good. But, when you love watching exciting flicks with nerve-racking suspense, you’ll be disappointed. The only thing I can’t say anything wrong about is Nikolaj Coster-Waldau’s acting. Solid and constant. Just like in “Game of Thrones“. Again a pitiful persona. But I’m sure I won’t recognize him in his next feature. Once again.