That the gripping intelligence of the first 75 minutes grows dumber the closer the film gets to its improbable conclusion is less Anderson's fault than screenwriter Richard D'Ovidio's (2001's " Thir13en Ghosts "), but it still knocks "The Call" down a notch from the "rave" status it otherwise might have earned.
Shocking, I know, to think the writer of Thir13en Ghosts and the Steven Seagal "classic" Exit Wounds may not have been up to the task of crafting a fully realized narrative.
That’s not much of a surprise considering the script was written by the same guy behind such cinematic turds as “Thir13en Ghosts” and “Exit Wounds,” but no one could have guessed that the villain would be such a ridiculously over-the-top Norman Bates clone whose most developed character trait is his love of early ’80s pop music.
Here one can easily trace the intertextual play with Dead Calm, Adrift, Ghost Ship, The Shining, TimeCrimes , Carnival of Souls – and even the infernal crabs from Pirates of the Carribean: At World’s End put in an uncanny appearance.