Watching THE STRANGERS, it's clear that writer-director Bryan Bertino has studied the classic horror directors: There are hints of everyone from
Alfred Hitchcock to
Wes Craven in his camera work, composition, and editing. He also takes the time to establish his lead characters as people we're interested in, not just disposable victims; Speedman and Tyler both make their roles (no pun intended) come alive. And when the scary stuff starts, it's
very scary stuff -- plenty of jumps and jolts and moments when you'll be shouting at the screen.
Much like the recent Funny Games, much of The Strangers revolves around the threat of random terror coming to (and through) your front door; James and Kristen haven't done anything to deserve their torment at the hands of the three intruders aside from being home -- which is fairly terrifying to contemplate. The Strangers is violent, visceral stuff, to be sure, but it's also well-made and more thoughtful than it could have been; weighed against the gory, boring Hostel and Saw films, The Strangers feels like a chilling breath of fresh air. Sure, the film includes an all-too-standard set-up for a sequel, but at the same time, while it's happening, The Strangers works as a well-made example of a film that delivers the squirmy, spooky, artificially-induced anxiety we hope to feel when we go to a horror film.