The newest member of the horde of Netflix Original movies, The Silence provides evidence that Netflix has run out of ideas. The movie is basically a blatant ripoff of A Quiet Place and Bird Box, taking all the aspects of these films and mashing them up into a dull, mundane mess. It’s no secret that Bird Box did incredibly well when released, therefore it makes sense that Netflix wanted to create another movie within the apocalypse genre. However, not even popular lead actors Kiernan Shipka and Stanley Tucci can salvage this poor excuse for a movie out of the gutter.
The film starts out with a group of archaeologists opening up a lost cavern filled with a swarm of bat-like CGI monsters who hunt using sound. These creatures begin to wreak havoc throughout the East Coast of the United States, forcing Alley (Shipka), a deaf high school student, her father Hugh (Tucci), and the rest of their family to evacuate their hometown to escape the monsters. The beginning of the film focuses on attempting to make the audience feel empathy for the main characters, but instead provides odd and unnatural dialogue half heartedly delivered by the protagonists. It becomes clear early on that the actors would rather not be there. The poor attempt and character development is especially apparent in Glen (John Corbett), Hugh’s brother? (Honestly I’m not sure who he is). Anyway, the movie tries to build up likability in the character (unsuccessfully), just for him to sacrifice himself for his family in their time of need about 1/3 of the way through the film. The scene is clearly meant to be heartfelt and forlorn, but it’s so boring and unnecessary that the only sad aspect of the scene is that I have to watch it.
If you thought that was the worst of the film, you’re sorely mistaken. About a quarter of them way through, a cult of fanatics are lazily introduced, obviously just as a ploy to provide a defined antagonist as opposed to the swarm of monsters. These characters prove completely unnecessary, as the film should have simply ended long before the cult shows up. When the movie finally does end, nothing is resolved, and the plot just cuts off, providing a laughable final voiceover by Shipka, alluding to a sequel that will absolutely never happen.
Amid the preposterous CGI, indolent dialogue, forced exposition, abysmal color grading, unstimulating plot, and contrived design, the one redeeming element of this movie is that one can now appreciate A Quiet Place even more.