Let's admit it: We need our schlock, some of us, at least. Our scares, our tin-
gles, our rub-ups against those things that go bump in the dead of night. If we are going to get them anyway (since Holly-
wood seems bent on serving 'em up more often than anything else), they should only be as classy, as much creepy fun as ORPHAN, a film that TrustMovies has come late to, given its
rather dismissive set of reviews.
The movie is written with a modicum of intelligence and wit by David Johnson (his husband/wife "fuck/bitch" exchange is really quite clever and truthful regarding how certain well-to-do young marrieds behave) from a story by Alex Mace. These two newcomers join the relatively new director Jaume Collet-Serra (shown, right: the man who gave us the not-terrible House of Wax remake a few years back), and they and their crew make smart use of their movie's probably rather small budget so that Orphan looks very good, while serving up scares with more foreboding & suspense than out-and-out shock & blood. When the latter arrive--and they do--they're given style, surprise and sass.
erous terrain as Ms Fuhrman's character (shown below -- yes, that is a blood-stained hammer in her little hand) pits one parent against the other while frightening her siblings into submission.