It’s unusual that the foolish however principally tolerable horror Select or Die was an acquisition reasonably than a homegrown Netflix unique given how a lot it appears algorithmically modeled for the notoriously formula-obsessed platform. It stars Asa Butterfield, an in-house star due to the success of Intercourse Training. It’s contemporary-set however baked in 80s nostalgia, one thing that additionally conjures up the aesthetic of the aforementioned comedy collection in addition to everything of long-running hit Stranger Issues. It additionally focuses on a cursed online game, making it an in depth cousin to the streamer’s interactive Black Mirror hit Bandersnatch. It’s a movie destined to dwell its days within the “when you like” container.
It’ll most likely fare nicely there as followers of the above may discover nearly sufficient right here to play with though they may, like me, be a bit stunned at simply how nasty this quickie horror is, made with nearer consideration to the gore quotient than any stage of creativity. It’s a part of the cursed tech subgenre that expanded after the success of Gore Verbinski’s surprisingly efficient remake of Ringu, later retitled The Ring. It led to extra equally plotted Asian horror remakes, equivalent to One Missed Name, Pulse and Shutter, after which additionally a string of US copycats, like Feardotcom, Unfriended and Keep Alive, a 2006 flop that noticed a bunch of teenagers enjoying a lethal online game. We’re in related, but mildly more adept, territory right here with the invention of a dusty 80s sport referred to as CURS>R (the movie’s unique title), that coerces gamers into making real life-or-death choices.
It’s discovered by 80s-obsessive Isaac (Butterfield), compelled by the concept the $125,000 prize cash may nonetheless lay unclaimed and additional seduced by the recorded voice of Freddy Krueger himself, Robert Englund, on the finish of the hotline. His good friend, and object of affection, Kayla (relative newcomer Iola Evans) is much less satisfied however dwelling on the breadline has her prepared to take an opportunity, struggling to get by on a measly cleaner’s wage. And so it begins.
What’s vaguely refreshing about this admittedly reasonably ho-hum set-up is that Kayla isn’t the hands-on-hips scold she might need been in one other extra cliche model of this story however the one who boots up the sport herself to play. She’s as tech-savvy as Isaac and the movie’s essential, plot-propelling protagonist. The primary encounter with the sport sees Kayla enjoying in an empty diner, compelled to look at a flirty waitress eat glass in entrance of her. It’s a bracingly nasty scene, routinely cluing us into the torture porn-adjacent territory we’re in, removed from what we would have anticipated (there’s a whiff of the far superior Escape Room movies right here which exist firmly on this planet of PG-13).
However whereas the gore is impressively visceral and well-realised, the remainder of it’s a few steps behind. It’s an overwhelmingly British movie, shot in London with native actors (there’s a bookending look from Eddie Marsan whereas cleaning soap stalwart Angela Griffin additionally pops up), that’s bizarrely set in an unnamed US metropolis, forcing everybody into at instances laughably shoddy Ay-meh-reek-uhn accents. It’s a baffling misstep, clearly made for industrial causes, that provides a layer of amateurishness to what’s in any other case a solidly directed first function for Brit Toby Meakins. He doesn’t fairly take sufficient benefit of his reality-shifting sport sequences (the Englund voice cameo serves to remind us simply how wild Wes Craven made these nightmares manner again when) however it’s a lower above the typical Netflix style guff.
The script, from TV author Simon Allen, acts as principally simply pedestrian framework for the sport scenes, which fortunately do arrive very often. The specifics of the plot make little to no actual sense, even within the second, however that received’t a lot matter to the sleepover crowd, who’ll be too distracted by the nasty noise of all of it. Don’t perceive how a malevolent curse ties to sport code? Who cares, right here’s a youngster consuming his arm! In a alternative between coherence and cruelty, it’s a simple win.