Captivity Movie Review
Elisha Cuthbert stars in an R-rated horror film. It's every guy's dream, but sadly, there is no nudity other than a very blurred out background shot in Captivity, a "torture porn" flick from director Roland Joffé.
I probably lost most of the readers right there, but if you're still with me, the first thing I have to say is that I am amazed someone like Joffé made this film. Captivity is easily a toned-down clone of Saw, and for a man like Joffé, who at one point in his career was making pictures like The Killing Fields and The Mission, to resort to such a low brow kind of film is beyond me. Sure, you see indications that he wanted to do more with the genre than the genre has given audiences up until this point, but ultimately the movie is a cheesy, predictable and relatively gore-free thriller that offers one of the most God-awful endings ever witnessed on the silver screen.
Captivity, if you must know, is about a very attractive fashion model who has become the focus of a stalker. Unfortunately, this isn't any ordinary stalker. This is a guy who captures people, tortures people and plays on their worst fears and emotions. Cuthbert's character is drugged, kidnapped, strapped to a table and forced to swallow a jug of blended noses, ears and guts (this is by far one of the grossest things I've ever seen, beating out even Saw). After that, she manages to find a man who has been locked in a room next door, and the two try to figure out a way to escape the seemingly inescapable deathtrap.
The movie is essentially Saw with a hot female lead and less gore, and I didn't even like Saw. While there are a few gory parts at the beginning, like the yummy one mentioned above, the movie quickly turns into a soap opera-ish horror film as it goes along. The kidnapper's identity is so obvious from the beginning that it's nearly laughable, and the very fact that Cuthbert's character has sex with her fellow captive while under the surveillance of dozens of camera is downright unbelievable. There really isn't much suspense, and Joffé seems afraid to put Cuthbert under any situations serious enough that could cause harm to her pretty face.
What really kills Captivity, however, is the ending. The last two minutes of the film are one of those "What the f**k" moments you never want to experience. It is so out of left field, so pointless and so absurd that it destroys any credibility the film had attained up until that point.
Captivity has its moments, but ultimately is just another "torture porn" flick that has little going for it. Whether it's gore or Cuthbert boobies you're after, Captivity fails to deliver.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.