Filmmakers, listen up: It’s time to retire that ominous-low-rumble sound you use to create suspense in would-be thrillers.
You know the one. It sounds like a subway crossed with a bass drum and some lightly shaken sheet metal. You use it when someone is peering down a dim hallway, or turning a rusty key, or walking trance-like into a rustling cornfield. In Lavender, which leaves no cliché unturned, it’s used for all three.
Thirty years ago, when Jane (Abbie Cornish) was a tot, her family was slaughtered, but she can’t remember how. Now she’s a married mother who photographs abandoned houses, without knowing why. (That’s the level of psychological mystery we’re dealing with here.)
After a car accident “aggravates an old skull fracture trauma,” Jane returns to the family-death-farmhouse, where she takes way too long to figure out the incredibly obvious person responsible. Creepy packages arrive: RUMBLE. Jane goes into fugue states: RUMBLE. A scary little girl appears in visions: RUMBLE. Jane pours cereal: RUMBLE. The subway should be so reliable.Report Typo/Error
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