Rating: R for language and violence
Run Time: 1 hour, 21 minutes
Joel Schumacher (“Tigerland”) understands the psychology of fear. Not to mention the aphorism “less is more”. His eerily cerebral action thriller is eighty-one minutes of sheer anxiety, courtesy of that vanishing relic, the phone booth.
booths are going the way of the VHS tape – kitschy remnants of the 20th
century that once upon a time served an elemental purpose. Phone savvy
Shyster media consultant Stuart Shepard (Colin Farrell) controls this historic cubicle, utilizing its low-rent proximity as a freestanding “office”. Shepard’s high-priced suits and faux Rolex barely conceal the sleazebag beneath. He plies his trade from the confines of the booth – making and breaking deals and placing seductive calls to his latest flirtation.
An incoming call rips Shepard’s world apart. The mysterious voice on the other end informs Shepard that the jig is up --- he’s been watching and he knows all. The girlfriend, the wife, the wannabe clients he’s screwed over and his inhumanity to his fellow New Yorkers. All the voice asks in return is for Shepard to stay put, and follow commands with the red laser light of a rifle scope aimed directly at his heart.
the primary reason that this ambitious little film works as well as it
does. As the unwitting pawn in a twisted
moral experiment, Farrell is called upon to demonstrate a wide range of emotion,
extending from flagrantly cocksure to sheer degradation. The put-on