If you're saving money, suffering from cabin fever and thinking, 'Allow yourself a treat, a trip to the pictures - you deserve it,' don't, don't, go to see The Strangers. It's awful.
It lasts barely 90 minutes, thank god, but it's still boring.
Even pornography has more plot and certainly more of a climax, unless you count that last tired fake orgasm that's supposed to send you away vaguely satisfied.
I've nothing against movies that merely want to scare the crap out of you, but they only work if they scare the crap out of you; if they persuade you to suspend your disbelief or if they suck you in to a rollercoaster of thrills that leaves you no time to think. The Night of the Living Dead managed it, as did Hallowe'en and The Blair Witch Project.
But the 90 minutes I spent thinking while watching this were 'Please thrill me. I've paid good money (which I can't afford) to be thrilled.'
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