Precious little at the Redbox appeals to me. This film seems like a time capsule, something they don’t make any more. Beyond the nostalgia, set in 1962, the story is like something Hitchcock might have helmed.
Clearly it’s a murder thriller in an exotic location, with talented American actors lost in Greece. I instantly called it as The Sheltering Sky meets Hitchcock, and that’s about as accurate as can be. The plotting is tight, and the world immersive.
I needed the escape from reality to a bygone era. It’s that, but there are nuanced characters that don’t suddenly flip in the ham-fisted Hollywood style we’ve come to expect. So I do appreciate this film, based on a novel by Patricia Highsmith.
You could do a lot worse at the Redbox this week.