Quiet hour. A group of people retire in a huge hospital building in order to unite and survive the consequences of certain events together. The apocalypse, and the isolation, these are the topics on which you can go without much money. In the case of the separator, it turned out, and other examples are not so bad, no matter what actors with a tarnished reputation are involved, it is possible to watch, and it is necessary, purely to expand the genre outlook in the style of film garbage. And so the company picked up an entertaining, they are all frightened depressed and crave the good and former warmth of normal life, but something evil creeps at night, through the dark hospital corridors and the place of last refuge with the onset of dawn, the disappearance of some survivors will become obvious, and the question of survival in combination with stress will acquire disfigured forms.
Having a ruble in your pocket, you can easily go on the creative enthusiasm and cohesion of the recruited team, there are many examples, the budget is not always the main thing. The main thing is not to aim at what you can not embrace and always set clear priorities for what you want to show for the allocated funds. Here you can either shoot a masterpiece for a narrow circle of admirers, or miss miserably and shoot cheaply and dullly, within the genre of the lower class of amateur cinema. The film prematurely intrigued me with the presence of regular trechatinka performers, namely Jeff Fahey, and the failed his career alcoholic drug addict Eddie Furlong, on big holidays that the first, that the second created successful acts seem to pull the strap. Why I was anticipating delicious thrash buns. There's always hope for nuggets among the trash heaps. Alas, another fiasco. This is due to the imbalance of the current story. There is a group of main characters, and it is clear that they are all prisoners of a huge building for reasons that are not disclosed. Attention is focused on the main character, who has a drum shot, a shotgun with a full clip, and an extremely unstable emotional state. Acting on the principle, “Who has the gun is the main”, the guy methodically brings order to the dwelling of survivors, simultaneously trying to deal with personal demons. Those suddenly have the ability to whisper from dark corners, and the hint of the mental illness of the protagonist becomes apparent after a demonstration of his solitary monologues with himself and flashbacks. But the film does not become clearer from this. In fact, the game on elimination of characters is demonstrated, the main character is the constant culprit of reducing them, constantly frowning his eyebrows, and raising his voice, he tries to keep everything under control, but only aggravates the general condition of the group. Meanwhile, the lights go out, and dark hospital corridors spread something. They won't show it to us. But for ten minutes, Eddie Furlong will look at the light.
The character of Furlong is entertaining, Noah is kind of like a real person, and in fact the projection of the conscience of the main character (I thought this myself), based on his messages to the central character, we can assume that he is a small pathetic hallucination caused by a long stay in a confined space. Or a representative of the same evil spirit, no wonder he and Jack intersect in the gloomy cold of the boiler room. And yes, Furlong never parted with a cigarette, his face swam, and his eyes drowsy and frankly killed. And yet, with a small role, he coped, or rather brightened up my boredom, no matter how spinning the wheels of career failure, some gunpowder in his gunpowder still remained and continues to deliver, not to everyone. Obviously, such short intermediate roles are now interrupted to be able to pay for numerous court events.
The most unfortunate lies in the desire of the creators to put into this film event a hint of deep morality, a certain message to the viewer seems to be revealed, and explain that it is impossible to be angry, and then the whole film becomes like a metaphor for the psychologically broken state of the mind of the character of Jack Lewis, but what to interpret? A brief explanation before the end makes you sigh with disappointment, realizing that you just spent time on a mediocre performance about a raving solo man with a shotgun.