In a world where creatures with hyper-sensitive hearing wreak havoc upon anyone or anything that makes a sound, a little kid stupids himself to death by playing with a noisy toy rocket, traumatizing his family and triggering a plot about their later re-bonding while trying to quietly survive the apocalyptic nightmare which surrounds them. If it sounds like the epitome of elevated horror, there's a good reason for that, and as universally beloved as "A Quiet Place" seems to be, I just can't get behind a movie that sidelines much of its potential for horror in the name of a plotline I couldn't care less about. Don't get me wrong; this is a very well-made movie, adeptly directed by John Krasinski, aided by solid performances from Krasinski, Emily Blunt, Millicent Simmonds and Noah Jupe, and featuring some truly excellent creature designs. It's just not my thing and frankly would have been much more enjoyable to me as a 40-minute short film than this protracted feature-length version. The bathtub scene is great, though.
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