Cast across the web to a supposed paying public of millions,
every last breath they take is faithfully captured by hundreds
of cameras mounted on walls, hidden under stairs, perched above
doorways.
The inevitable paranoia beds in proper with practically no
time to spare.
With the atmosphere successfully in place you'll find yourself
uncomfortably wriggling in your seat long before the ravens
start to appear in the attic and bloodied hammers are discovered
on the pillows of those in naive slumber.
What follows is the unfurling of a taut narrative of an intense
claustrophobic battle of survival wrapped in an acute deconstruction
of the mass public's current obsession with Peeping Tom tele.
Marc Evans (director of the under-rated Resurrection Man) has
given us a stomach-wrenching horror flick. The tools for his
searing satire are weirdy sounds and eery visuals: The whirring
of the cameras' engines and zoom lenses and the night-time vision
that turns the contestants into green-eyed rabbits caught in
some very dangerous headlights.
My Little Eye's twists, surprises, accelerated plot, cracking
character study and uncompromising finale will leave its audience
unsettled, nervous and in the end a touch disturbed... Great
cinema in other words.
Catch it now and give this promising British talent the backing
he deserves.
