(One character looms before their prey bathed in blood like Carrie after the prom.)īut there's no getting around the fact that several of the lead performances are stiff to the point of amateurishness (at least until the plot gets cooking about halfway through, and everyone gets to suffer, sweat, bleed and scream). That's not a knock against the look or sound of the movie, which is appropriately glossy, or the sex, which is pretty boisterous for a film made in the neo-Puritan early 21st century, or the violence, which is more spectacularly gruesome than non-horror films tend to allow. Unfortunately, the craftsmanship is lacking. Indeed, like the high-tech security devices supposedly protecting the hero's palatial mountain home, this film from director Luis Prieto (" Kidnap") and writer David Loughery ("Money Train," " Lakeview Terrace") is a machine that promises to fulfill certain functions.
This is a psychosexual thriller, a type of film in which naked bodies are a prelude to a body count. Your gut tells you that the hero of "Shattered" is about to get into trouble when he goes to a supermarket after midnight and the only other customer is a gorgeous young woman, dripping wet from rain, who asks his advice on which wine to buy, accepts his offer of a lift home when her rideshare fails to materialize, and ends up having sex with him.
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