FrightFest 2011 Review: KIDNAPPED
For all of its conceptual flaws, Kidnapped is an ambitious film for the horror crowd - especially the horror festival crowd - given their reputation for being easily pleased as long as there's a bloody stump on show.
rating: 2.5
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For all of its conceptual flaws, Kidnapped is an ambitious film for the horror crowd - especially the horror festival crowd - given their reputation for being easily pleased as long as there's a bloody stump on show. With this 85-minute home invasion pic, which is divided into 12 stylishly-composed shots, it's clear that director Miguel Angel Vivas wants to make his debut feature an artful one, though as co-writer, he still has plenty to learn before he can make a truly effective thriller-horror. The story is simple; a small family are moving into their lavish new Madrid home when, on their first night there, they are assailed by three masked Eastern-European criminals who aim to take them for everything they have. Naturally, the situation becomes more complicated once the family come to doubt that the criminals will simply up and leave once their job is done, and things get very out of hand soon enough. It's certainly beautifully shot, but for a large portion of its runtime, Kidnapped is also relatively low on energy and originality; it's essentially simplistic home invasion fare dressed up in luscious cinematography and impressive tracking shots, and for his admittedly stellar efforts behind the camera, director Miguel Angel Vivas expects us to bite down on the rickety narrative. Only in the second half as things get messier does the situation really get much more interesting, for in the first half too much time is devoted to discussions about the family moving into their home, especially given the film's brevity. Once the situation finally worsens and the tension ratchets up, Vivas employs some gimmicky but effective techniques, such as dividing the screen into two 24-style boxes to provide glimpses of multiple locations simultaneously. At this point, while the narrative is still stuck in the mire of pollished torture-porn, it does finally seem to flash into gear, with plenty of urgency, a pulsy soundtrack and intense, naturalistic performances.