A trio of criminals disrupt a family’s first night in their new home, holding the fam captive until things head south and people die, savagely. The latest entry into horror’s “home invasion” subgenre comes directly imported from Spain: Kidnapped, a vicious assault of a flick that presents its unflinching coldness in 12 single-take sequences (and opens in limited theatrical release, as well as on Video On Demand, this Friday). But, time and time again, cinema has scoffed at such a lily-livered outlook by staging some of the craziest attacks and tensest action right inside households that resemble the ones we lived in as rugrats. Growing up, kids are taught that a person’s house is his or her safe place, the haven where life’s ills can’t infect one’s well-being. As much as we appreciate the wet side of the latter, the former lesson is rather unsettling. And that hot chicks with fake boobies almost always take a shower before dying in some horrific manner. If horror movies and thrillers have taught us anything, it’s that door locks are useless.
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