There is a genuine, palpable terror mined in Silent House (2012), a remake of a 2010 Uruguayan horror film, which, in turn, was based on a ‘true story.’
There are virtually no lulls in the film, and it is paced expertly and efficiently. The absence of quick cutting, and indeed, cuts of any type, means that the space “around” Sarah is charted thoroughly, and so fear boasts the opportunity -- like a flower -- to grow, and grow until it reaches full, malevolent blossom.
By revealing to us a single character trapped in one place, for eighty unrelenting minutes, Silent House distills the horror experience down to an impressively pure crucible.
Silent House tells a very simple, very lean story, and aside from some serious lighting issues at critical junctures, the directors do a fine job of landing us in Sarah’s shoes and generating almost non-stop suspense.
The only thing that matters is that, in the end, it all tracks.
And the complaints about Silent House? I have a rule about reviewing movies that goes approximately like this: You can’t review a movie on the basis of what it isn’t. You have to discuss what it is.