Visually, the film kept to the same joo-joo as its substance. The way I perceived it, was that the claustrophobic, bleak yet slick and sensual look at play was a result of the story mainly being told from the deaf and mute gal's point of view. Much like when dating a trophy dame with big cans, I personally couldn't take my eyes off this gorgeous film and when it would blab nonsense at me, I would just ignore what it said and keep my focus on its yummy attributes. Tag to all that fine acting by all (I now forgive Camilla Belle for the abysmal When a Stranger Calls remake), Cuthbert in so many undie shots that Arrow Jr. got exhausted of see-sawing in my pants and a downbeat score that hit the spot when it came to making the human pathetic-ness onscreen even sadder and you get a dirty little ditty that was worth zipping down for.
On the limp side of the noodle, shoddy script boo-boos were plenty. I mean the film's "surprise twist" was clumsily handled as I saw it coming MILES AWAY hence lessening my involvement in the shenanigans up to its reveal. And the twist itself was a bad move as to the whole; the flick would've been much stronger if the game was played straight instead of trying to be too "smarty pants" for its own good. The same could be barked about the chain of events and the "farfetched" turn they took down the road. Often enough, I just didn't buy the characters' choices, as they didn't feel organic and reeked of convenience. Speaking of characters; man were the peeps in this flick freaking sad-sacks or what? I should've known I was in trouble when I learned that the lead was called "Dot". DOT! Who calls their daughter Dot and expects her to have a good life??? Sheesh!
I found it real hard to care for such surface driven, cold hearted and utterly weak folks (wait till you meet Michelle...your back-hand will want to kick in). If these morons were a reflection of today's society; no wonder we're in trouble! I avoid people of this ilk like the plague in my everyday life and didn't care in hanging with them, even onscreen. I seriously kept wanting the movie to become a slasher, with me doing the human laundry on these mooks. Everybody here should've been called "Dot"...lol! Finally, the lavish look that I so grooved to did play against the film on occasions. I mean this is supposed to be "real life" but by making the flick stand out so much visually, it created a distance between me and what was going down.
All in all though, I still cha-chaed to THE QUIET even with its pratfalls in tow. The movie aimed higher than the norm and that in itself is always something for me to pop wood for. It wasn't all that it could've been and it kept struggling with its own identity (realistic vs. surrealistic) but at the end of the hump; it rained hard as the end credits rolled and that's always worth something. You gonna ignore this broad or take her for a ride in your new motor vehicle? Your call!