A garbled voice on a staticky police radio is mostly inaudible, except for one chill-inducing sentence: "It's not fog." Perhaps most impressive is the fact that The Beach House is technically a zombie movie, but the zombies are rarely shown. A character saying "I think I'll go for a swim" turns into a jaw-dropping jolt. He doesn't play the audience like a piano or ramp up scares with percussive crashes. When the trouble does actually start, Brown doles it out in a way that makes it feel like it's happening organically. What's left unspoken is frequently more powerful than what's said, such as the relationship tensions between Emily and Randall and whatever personal demons Jane appears to be fighting. It takes a while before anything supernatural happens, but the character interactions themselves are enough to make viewers feel on edge right away. Brown, The Beach House has confidence in its ability to create strange little tensions out of ordinary moments. The debut feature of writer-director Jeffrey A. Wisely avoiding wordy explanations or long setups, this eerie, timely chiller takes a slow-burn approach, simply observing its characters and springing its shocks naturally, without announcing them.
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