Brutishly effective and only modestly vile, Brad Anderson’s snuffish thriller pits Halle Berry’s 911 operator against a serial-killing psycho riding around with a young woman (Abigail Breslin) in his car trunk. There’s an argument to be had about whether serial-killer movies should ever be easy to watch, but when Anderson starts shoving a fish-eye lens into Breslin’s terrified face, it feels less like autocritique and more like an attempt to out-deprave Criminal Minds. Fair’s fair, however: Crude as it is, The Call milks its jump scares and don’t-go-down-to-the-basement tension for all they’re worth. See it with a full house, if you absolutely must see it at all.
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