Knock Knock

Posted by Michael Parsons on October 12, 2015 in / No Comments


If two scantily clad women come knocking in the middle of a rainy night and you’re not starring in a porn flick, it’s probably best to assume that something’s amiss. That would be an understatement in “Knock Knock”, a thriller that deviates from director Eli Roth’s typical propensity for gore (see “Hostel” and “The Green Inferno”) to focus on a more psychological kind of torture. 

Keanu Reeves stars as family man Evan Webber, a DJ-turned-architect (yes, you read that correctly) living comfortably in the Hollywood hills with successful sculptor wife Karen (Ignacia Allamand). Though their given professions suggest Garry Marshall-caliber rom-com tropes, jack-of-all clichés Evan is in for a big surprise after Karen whisks the kids off to the beach MV5BMTY5NTkyMzM1Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwODU3Njc2NjE@._V1_UY1200_CR115,0,630,1200_AL_so that he can focus on becoming the next Frank Lloyd Wright, and the script (by Roth, Nicolás López and Guillermo Amoedo) turns into something straight out of Penthouse Forum.  

Arriving at his door are Genesis and Bel (Lorenza Izzo and Ana de Armas), two chicks who immediately register seismic activity on the hot/crazy scale. Claiming to be lost, the girls ask to use the phone and dry their clothes, to which Evan obliges, nonetheless perplexed by their presence. In perhaps his only moment of clarity, Evan calls them an Uber taxi, but in the hour it will take for the car to arrive, he’ll need to suppress his libido like Superman thwarting the launch of a nuclear missile in order to fend off their less-than-subtle sexual advances. 

Unfortunately, these girls are holding the Kryptonite, which lurks beneath the conveniently fitted bathrobes provided them by their reluctant host. They finally get the better of him, and things get explicitly kinky, suggesting that all men, no matter how devoted, would eventually succumb to such base instincts if put in a similar situation (which here is closer to rape than seduction). This would later be the argument for the girls, who it seems have done this sort of thing before. And boy, is he going to pay for his transgression.

Evan awakens to find that his nympho house guests have transformed into a couple of demented sorority rejects, trashing the house and taunting him playfully like a couple of teenagers desperately in need of ADHD meds. He finally gets rid of them, dropping them off in some random suburb where they claim to live. But it’s not long before they show up again, this time more sinister than flirtatious, two full-fledged psychopaths waging war on the married male Hollywood population, one unfaithful penis at a time. 

Roth favors cheese over blood in this remake of 1977’s “Death Game”, dabbling auspiciously in the home invasion sub-genre in the company of recent flicks like “The Purge”, “Funny Games, “The Strangers” and “You’re Next”, while taking it in a slightly less aggressive direction. After his recently released stomach-turner “The Green Inferno”, with which “Knock Knock” shares three actors (Izzo, Allamand, and Aaron Burns), two-thirds of its writing team and DP Antonio Quercia (whose exceptionally smooth camerawork distinguishes this from just any trashy midnight thriller), one might not identify this relatively mild film with Roth if they didn’t know better. It’s sexy for a spell, briefly suspenseful and invariably comical, though that last quality pervades the final act as the girls are intent on drawing the devil out of a decent guy in increasingly ridiculous ways. It’s admittedly intriguing to see Reeves playing a victim (this never would’ve happened to John Wick), but I’m not sure if all the screaming and pleading required for Roth’s twisted brand of humor suits him. Like Evan’s home, which  goes from looking like an art gallery to a freeway underpass during the course of the movie, Reeve’s amiable character eventually gets very, very ugly. It’s worth the film’s final punchline, which is priceless.

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Michael Parsons

Father. Realtor®. Movie nut. After pestering my parents for their commentary on “Star Wars” when I was four years old, my mind went into a creative frenzy. I’d imagined something entirely different than the actual film, which I didn’t end up seeing until its 1979 re-release at the Uptown Theater in Washington, DC. This was my formal introduction to the cinema.

During that long wait, which felt like an eternity to a child, my mind was being molded by more corrosive stuff like “Trilogy of Terror” and “Rosemary’s Baby”, most of which I’d conned various babysitters into letting me watch on television ( I convinced one poor lady that “Jaws” was actually “Moby Dick”).

The folks were pretty strict in that regard, so the less appropriate it was for a kid to watch, the more I was fascinated by it. Horror staples like “Halloween” and “Friday the 13th”, as well as lesser-known low-budget fare like “Madman”, “Sleepaway Camp” and “Pieces” all ended up sneaking their way into the VHS on a regular basis.

Since then, I’ve developed an obsession with the entire film industry. Even though I watch and review a wide breadth of films these days, my appreciation for the campy, poorly lit micro-budgeters still lends itself to my evolving perspective on movies just as much as the summer blockbusters and Oscar contenders. As I recall my trips to the movie theater, I realize that this stuff is about much more than just a fleeting piece of entertainment.

A couple years ago, I was finally given the opportunity to lend my opinion on films to a publication, The Rogers Revue, with a subsequent run at Reel Film News. It's been both a privilege and a gateway to what we’re doing now. Most of my experience has come from interviewing independent filmmakers, who consistently promote innovation. The filmmaking process is grueling and relatively unforgiving.

Fellow film enthusiast Eddie Pasa and I have created DC Filmdom as a medium for film reviews, discussion, and (inevitably) some debate. And so, the creative frenzy continues.

(Michael is a member of the Washington, DC Area Film Critics Association).

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