With “The Machinist,” “Session 9,” and “Vanishing on 7th Street,”
director Brad Anderson has developed a reputation for smart, challenging
thrillers that embrace the art of manufacturing suspense instead of
pulverizing the audience with cheap thrills. Well, intelligence
apparently doesn’t pay the bills, finding Anderson in command of “The
Call,” an idiotic offering of tension (co-financed by World Wrestling
Entertainment) that plays like an exploitation picture made by a man
who’s never seen an exploitation picture. With plot holes galore, hammy
performances, and an easily telegraphed screenplay, “The Call” goes from
passably engaging to insulting in a hurry, finding Anderson unable to
make the sloppily cut puzzle pieces fit, relying on moldy trends in
horror cinema to maintain pressure. Read the rest at Blu-ray.com

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