Smarter than the rest despite some dumb tricks, the ironically titled but true blue scare-maker The Quiet Ones undoubtedly leaves you screaming for more. Most of the big frights come from the sound design, ear defeating bangs and blood curling cries amped up to a Spinal Tap-approved level of 11. It's a cheap but effective method made even better by the clever hook that this flick often plays out like a vintage found footage thriller. True, it plays with all-too-common horror possession themes seen countless times but puts a thinking man spin on them, giving debunking disbelievers a voice as well. In this '70s-set PG-13-rated horror flick, a university professor (Harris), a team of students (Erin Richards, Rory Fleck-Byrne), and their film cameraman (Clafin) conduct an experiment on a young woman (Olivia Cooke), uncovering terrifyingly unexpected forces in the process. For this critic, it was always Hammer Time. As a child, it wasn't black and white Universal Creature Features that defined horror. Instead, that honor fell on Hammer, a Britain-based studio that made A-Grade B-Movie monster mashes throughout the '50s, '60s, and '70s. The fact that they're producing solid intelligent heart-stoppers (Let Me In, The Woman in Black) speaks VERY well for the genre. The Quiet Ones bears this out pretty well. The 2nd act's a mixed bag, throwing in some neat twists concerning the professor but, on the flip side, trying to explain away the terror on cult activity on hokum. This doesn't make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up any less, however. Plus, the movie does a lot with its PG-13 rating. Thanks to the slow building terror and near-nudity cutaways set-up by director John Pogue, you'd swear this creep show was a Hard R. Bottom line: Cum On Fear the Noise

A somewhat confusing but uninteresting horror! That doesn't scare nor thrill !