(Sure, “the crazy woman no one will listen to” is a long-exploited cliché, but rest assured, in Whannell’s hands, this by-design bug eventually leads to a deeply earned conclusion.) And yes, at least we as the audience are by her side, all the way from the film’s taut opening when Cecilia wakes up with a long-harbored purpose next to her sleeping enemy, but not showing traces of Julia Roberts’ fragility. We believe Cecilia through and through, when others, perhaps understandably, refuse to do so, questioning her sanity instead. One relief is, Whannell doesn’t ever leave us in a state of bewilderment in front of his mean, handsomely-styled and absorbing thriller. A deadly weapon others refuse to see and acknowledge. That isolation, intensified by Benjamin Wallfisch’s fiendish score, happens to be her concealed assailant’s sharpest knife.
There is a constant in all the sharply edited, terrifying set pieces lensed by Stefan Duscio with elegant, clever camera moves in bedrooms, attics, restaurants and secluded mansions: a vigilant focus on Cecilia’s isolation. It wouldn’t be a stretch to suggest that part of what Green prioritized with her masterpiece is also what lends “The Invisible Man” (and eventually, its visible woman robbed out of options) its cumulative strength-an unforgiving emphasis on the loneliness emotional violence births in the mistreated. And he does so in startlingly well-considered ways, updating something familiar with an inventive take.
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Thankfully, the Australian writer/director behind the wildly successful “ Saw” and “ Insidious” franchises, comes equipped with both sufficient visual panache-“The Invisible Man” recalls David Fincher’s Bay Area-set masterwork “ Zodiac” and the mazy quality of James Cameron’s spine-tingling “ Terminator 2: Judgment Day” when you least expect it-and fresh ideas to fashion the classic Universal Movie Monster with timeless and timely anxieties. But mostly because we are in the era of #MeToo, with the once-protected monsters of the real world finally being exposed for what they are, their terrorizing powers examined in stupendous films like Kitty Green’s “ The Assistant”-a long-delayed revolution that shouldn’t be cheapened or misused. Wells’ 1897 novel-that is, if we learned anything from various lackluster studio remakes of recent years.
Partly because Whannell’s playground has its boundaries set within a pre-existing property that ought to be handled with care- James Whale’s circa 1933 pre-code classic, adapted from H.G.
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