The Disappearance of Alice Creed

So, “The Disappearance of Alice Creed” is this gritty thriller directed by J Blakeson that really knows how to keep you on your toes. It’s got Gemma Arterton playing Alice, and dammit, she’s good. Then there’s Eddie Marsan, who never fails to be both creepy and compelling, and Martin Compston – what a trio. You’ll feel like you’re right in that claustrophobic apartment with them, trust me. The whole movie’s like being stuck on a train you can’t quite get off, even if you wanted to.

Now, here’s a throwback from my own life: remember that time I locked myself in my own bathroom because I thought burglars were in the house? Turned out to be the neighbor’s cat making a racket. Watching “Alice Creed” gave me flashbacks to that night of terror. The tension here just doesn’t let go; it’s relentless. Maybe it’s that Swedish instinct we’ve got, bracing ourselves for something bad in the stillness. Or maybe that’s just me.

J Blakeson, who’s not the most famous name, sure directed the heck out of this film. It feels raw and quite visceral. You hear every breath, every shuffling sound. Sometimes I find myself wishing there were fewer jump cuts in modern movies, but here, each cut slices deeper into the tension. And small spaces? These filmmakers prove you don’t need sprawling landscapes to tell a mighty story.

Now, I’m no kidnap expert, but I did wonder a few times about the plausibility of some plans the characters had. Would that really work? But then again, movies are about suspending disbelief. Like when you cheer for Kung Fury kicking Nazi butt, right?

I’ll say one thing for sure, the movie’s thrilling ride sticks with you longer than you expect. Conclusion? Grab some popcorn, hold onto your seat, and maybe lock the bathroom door – just in case.

Check the trailer below