| Original Score: 3/5
| Original Score: 2/5
| Original Score: 2/6
First-time directors David Moreau and Xavier Palud have crafted a highly effective horror film that combines a plausible narrative with accomplished use of sound and image.
Moreau and Palud play on the way our minds fill in the gaps of the unknown and the very primal fear of things going bump in the night.
| Original Score: 4/5
A nerve-wracking finale, a 30-minute chase through the house's catacombs, followed by a closing image that will chill you to the bone.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Those who like their horror served up neat, no chaser, can safely belly up to Them. It is a pared-down French thriller that trades splatter and gore for tense efficiency.
| Original Score: 3/4
Them is Haneke on training wheels.
| Original Score: 2/4
The fright is crafted well enough, but the twist at the end calls for more originality than filmmakers David Moreau and Xavier Palud wield.
Them is more suspenseful than gory; there's little blood, but the tension gradually builds to a nail-biting level - an impressive feat, considering the movie is essentially one long chase.
Taut and remorseless, Them, which is allegedly based on actual events, is the perfect antidote to the stomach-churning gore served up by so many in the current crop of horror films.
It should scare up a bit of boxoffice as it does hearken back to the day when horror meant the imagination gone wild rather than severed body parts. Otherwise, the film is all too pointless.
The movie Them revels in atmosphere, using long unbroken takes and ambient sound to lull you into complacency before unleashing nerve-jangling shocks.
If you want an hour or so of terror, put your faith in Them.
If you're going to imply that a French couple being terrorized in a remote Romanian mansion adds up to something more than an arbitrary (and rather repetitive) don't-go-in-the-basement thriller, then you'd better deliver the goods.
| Original Score: C
Lensed with skill to no particular end.
A 20-minute calling card short extended to a tolerance-stretching 74 minutes, this is an effectively directed but ultimately pointless wind-up exercise.