Much of Don’t Breathe’s superb suspense got here from director Fede Álvarez’s skill to play along with his viewers’s identification with—and sympathy for—his characters: a trio of thieves determined to steal cash that will enable them to flee their hardscrabble Detroit lives, and the blind battle vet Norman Nordstrom (Stephen Lang) whose money (earned from a settlement over his daughter’s premature loss of life) they sought. Everybody in Álvarez’s 2016 thriller was each a sufferer and a victimizer, which difficult—no less than for a time—one’s rooting curiosity of their plights. That mentioned, by movie’s finish, it was simple to ID the actual villain, on condition that Norman was revealed to be a psychotic rapist intent on impregnating his daughter’s (unintended) killer with a dripping-wet sperm-loaded turkey baster.
Which subsequently begs the query: what within the holy hell is Don’t Breathe 2 (in theaters Aug. 13) doing making Norman its indeniable hero?
Like its predecessor, first-time helmer Rodo Sayagues’ sequel (co-penned with Álvarez) is keen on consistently upending one’s allegiance to its important gamers. The issue, nonetheless, is that from the get-go, it additionally makes clear that it’s on the aspect of Norman, who’s now elevated to protagonist standing alongside his younger daughter Phoenix (Madelyn Grace). An eight-years-earlier aerial shot of Phoenix collapsing on a avenue close to a burning home is considered one of many shout-outs to the prior movie, and instantly means that she’s come into Norman’s possession via unnatural means. Then once more, since Norman has already been established as a monstrous sexual predator intent on procuring himself a brand new little one, the preliminary thriller isn’t whether or not the now-11-year-old Phoenix has been kidnapped, however below what notably surprising circumstances that crime has taken place.
Whereas Norman’s new home is larger than his final, it’s nonetheless a distant, dilapidated abode unfit for elevating children, and Don’t Breathe 2 spends its early passages concisely conveying Phoenix’s distress over her shut-in, home-schooled state of affairs. A uncommon journey to city with Hernandez (Stephanie Arcila), an Iraq Conflict vet who sells Norman’s crops—thereby offering him with some earnings—provides Phoenix a glimpse of regular childhood, by way of girls and boys on a playground outdoors a neighborhood convent. It additionally results in a retailer lavatory encounter with Raylan (Brendan Sexton III), a grungy stranger whose malevolent intentions are thwarted solely by the looks of Phoenix and Norman’s scary canine Shadow. May Raylan be concerned with the creepy physician that information experiences point out is working a nefarious organ-trafficking ring? The cooler behind his pick-up truck suggests sure!
Don’t Breathe 2’s opening setup is akin to John Wick, with cocky thugs intimidating folks in public, after which responding to rejection by staging an offended payback-style house invasion, solely to find that their supposed goal is extra fearsome than anticipated. The catch, nonetheless, is that on this occasion, Norman is John Wick, which is unnecessary in gentle of our information of his violent-insemination previous. Nonetheless, Don’t Breathe 2 troopers on, orchestrating a lot of grotesque skirmishes between sightless Norman—whose different senses are superhero-level formidable—and his ex-military adversaries, together with one hammer-wielding mercenary (Adam Younger) with blond hair that’s lengthy within the again and shaved on the perimeters for max degenerate-lunatic power.
Sayagues follows within the footsteps of his inventive partner-in-crime Álvarez by orchestrating a protracted and virtuoso single-take shot that, right here, follows Phoenix round her bed room, upstairs hallway, and downstairs lobby as she silently evades her pursuers. Sayagues’ path is silky and serpentine, and he douses his motion in hungry shadows that swallow up, and regurgitate again out, lunging and livid figures. The sight of Norman all of the sudden rising from the darkish to seize his enemies turns into a well-recognized one, and people photographs—together with a late sequence by which Norman gears up for battle—solid him as a veritable Batman. With a gravelly voice and a brawny physique, Lang greater than matches that half, however once more, it’s not possible to reconcile this portrait of Norman with the essential actuality that he’s a rapist who years earlier tried to brutally shoot his semen right into a certain and gagged lady with a cooking utensil.
It’s tough to not harp on the sheer absurdity of pivoting Don’t Breathe 2 round Norman’s position as laudable protagonist, and although Sayagues and Álvarez’s script finally flips its dynamics a bit—courtesy of revelations about Raylan and firm which are imagined to make their conduct seem justified—the gesture is disingenuous, as evidenced by even later bombshells that reaffirm the introductory establishment. With bruising, menacing depth, Lang does his greatest soulful-hulking routine. But the will to color Norman as merely a confused, grieving dad is as laughable because the finale’s stabs at affording him redemption, and no quantity of glib nonsense—akin to Hernandez calling Norman “a nasty man” after which excusing it as a pure symptom of wartime obligation and guilt—could make all of it go down simpler.
“But the will to color Norman as merely a confused, grieving dad is as laughable because the finale’s stabs at affording him redemption, and no quantity of glib nonsense… could make all of it go down simpler.”
Twisting itself in knots with a purpose to maintain viewers on their toes, Don’t Breathe 2 finally winds up roughly proper the place it started, and simply as irritating is the truth that the journey to its predictable conclusion is sorely missing in pressure. Whereas the primary movie was a rigorously confined, environment friendly affair marked by a small claustrophobic setting, a number of unlikable characters and an easy plot, Sayagues’ follow-up proves the age-old maxim about extra being much less. As a substitute of lean and imply, it’s rollercoaster-frenzied, piling on superfluous backstory and ho-hum showdowns to low-impact, in addition to throwing in a number of grisly bits to offer a short lived jolt.
By the point it lays all its playing cards on the desk, Don’t Breathe 2’s slipshod writing has already taken a nosedive into clunkiness. The fabric fleetingly appears on the precipice of claiming one thing attention-grabbing in regards to the intertwined relationship between beginning and loss of life, and the alternately ugly and exquisite bond shared by mother and father and kids—notions that really feel associated to 2 separate pictures of vaginal-shaped gushing-blood wounds. However by and enormous, Sayagues’ movie is merely a misguided try at persevering with a collection that will have been smart to cease respiration after one installment.