‘A Quiet Place’ Review 4.5/5 STARS


| By Amanda Nova |


I cannot stop raving about the LOUD impact, A Quiet Place seems to be having on audiences. This film checks all the boxes: A solid script, a director who can clearly see the writer’s vision, and actors that can make the world breathe with life.

John Krasinski’s directional skill pays dividends as he sprinkles visual information that builds layers to the critical dilemma the Abbott family has had to withstand – Living silently in a post-apocalyptic world over run by blind, bloodthirsty creatures.

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In an organic and rather quick manner, you grasp how the Abott’s have become one with routine. They move around their home barefoot, stepping on only painted floor paths (squeak free), lighting systems and a bunch of sanded pathways – As we’re ultimately thrown into a day where we see how all the careful steps this family has taken, are tested.

Lee (Krasinski), the father, is stern and alert, coming from a place of immaculate love in regards to protecting his family. Evelyn (Emily Blunt) is a natural ray of warmth that showers Lee and their children in calmness, but she too is no damsel, but rather a beacon of stability. Evelyn, though, is pregnant, and they do not speak of how insanely terrifying it may be to bring about a newborn into this world, but we can assume they’re planning accordingly.

One of the most interesting dynamics is the relationship Lee has with his mute pre-teen daughter Regan (Millicent Simmonds) and younger, timid brother Marcus (Noah Jupe). There is a shifting dilemma between Reagan and Lee because being born deaf, there’s a fear she may unintentionally cause noise and remain unaware.

But that’s just one reason for their tough relationship, as we are introduced to the sad reality that their youngest child was murdered over a noisy toy. The idea whether you love all your children equally lingers as we see each character deal with the fear and guilt over things that are not in their control.

The descriptiveness puzzle pieces screenwriters, Bryan Woods and Scott Beck have planted throughout the story help support the backbone of a smart group of people doing realistic things, which is something a lot of horror films struggle with. This production follows in the footsteps of great pragmatic horror that Green Room succeeded at.

There is not a single action that makes one think, “Oh, why would you go there?!” without sufficient reasoning behind it. You are quite literally waiting for the other shoe to drop, make a loud thump and bring about some type of demogorgon on crack… just to see if these people can survive.

By having the family communicate through sign language and facial expressions, the few times the actors do speak – or better yet scream, are POWERFUL. You can physically see them struggle to regain their voice while the sound vibrates within them and bursts out. Blunt and Krasinski are a power couple that murder it on screen, in fact, I found myself crying in a couple of scenes due to the utter fear associated with caring about these characters.

Again, a main component of this has to do with the love that douses this entire film. One phenomenal scene in particular with Lee having to put his life in danger to save Regan and Marcus, will pull at the heart strings to anyone who isn’t a emotionless psychopath.

A Quiet Place
is a love letter from parents to their children that just so happens to be a horror flick. The ability to create all this within a tight one hour and thirty minute duration is a huge fucking win and really, makes you believe in good storytelling and how important passion in a project can be.


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