At just 90 minutes, A Quiet Place is brisk, but it’s also patient; this is one of those monster movies that builds tension from the absence of the monster, at least until the full-bore, unbroken set-piece of the second half, when all the stillness and pregnant pauses give way to an extended riff on the best scenes in Jurassic Park .
I’m going to make a bold statement here – the last time a film had me gripping the sides of my chair like this was Jurassic Park.
Krasinski, along with gifted cinematographer Charlotte Brus Christensen, editor Christopher Tellefsen and composer Marco Beltrani, handle these astutely and intelligently for maximum audience freakouts, with knowing nods to The Birds, War of the Worlds, Jurassic Park, The Road, Close Encounters of the Third Kind and The Walking Dead.
The ensuing thriller built on these core relationships invokes the likes of Close Encounters, Jurassic Park or, more recently, War of the Worlds.
These ghoulish, hulking insectoid creations suggest equal parts “Alien” and “Jurassic Park,” which is to say both derivative and grotesque enough to make the simple threat hold tight.
Krasinski takes more than a couple cues from Spielberg — there’s a whole lot of Jurassic Park’s DNA in this movie, but most obviously, Krasinski takes Jaws approach, building fear of his monsters by keeping them off-screen.