Coming off of the heels of having seen Don’t Breathe, a home-invasion horror movie that involves several baddies playing a cat and mouse game with a blind man who isn’t that defenseless (oh, no he’s not!), I read about this little horror movie that probably played for its requisite week at Cinema Village or Village East Cinema or even IFC (they customarily play at least one indie-horror movie post 9:00PM). Hush, Mike Flanagan’s follow up to The Oculus, is basically another home invasion movie in which the disabled person is a writer (Kate Siegel, who also wrote the film). It’s been done many, many times, but I don’t think that even Don’t Breathe with its surprises can face up to the more clever set pieces that Hush offers. Focusing on a deaf writer who lives out in the woods — and note, the story drops little hints about what it is to live as a deaf mute — instead of making her a one-note Final Girl who has to get rescued, the movie brings her own writer’s creativity to help her navigate through the intricate game of cat and mouse that raises the stakes higher and higher between her and the nameless invader (John Gallagher). Flanagan has created a nail-biting story that does not let go until the final, cathartic moments, and one that also doesn’t cheat on its audience in order to provide moments of grotesque. Deeply atmospheric and claustrophobic, this is one house I wouldn’t want to get trapped with a psychopath with.
A Netflix release.