It is, however, more like a weak episode of TV’s “Criminal Minds” than Jonathan Demme’s great 1991 Oscar winner “The Silence of the Lambs,” a landmark film of its kind from which “The Call” borrows a twist or two.
Slickly photographed by Tom Yatsko, who takes moody advantage of the long, winding stretches of roadway throughout Los Angeles and the Santa Clarita Hills, "The Call" comes very close to being a top-notch effort in the vein of 1991's "The Silence of the Lambs."
Indeed, the movie is so effectively constructed that it recalls enormous hits of decades past like Fatal Attraction and The Silence of the Lambs .
You know, the sort of thriller that wasn’t completely ridiculous, an effort in the vein of “Seven” or “The Silence of the Lambs,” an experience worthy of accolades.
The Call, directed by erstwhile indie wunderkind Brad Anderson (The Machinist, Session 9, Vanishing on 7th Street), looks and feels almost exactly like the long string of post-The Silence of the Lambs serial killer thrillers I was used to seeing as a teenager.
Director Brad Anderson (Transsiberian, Vanishing on 7th Street) keeps a tight lid on the chase, and even when Richard D’Ovidio’s screenplay — adapted from a story he wrote with Nicole D’Ovidio and Jon Bokenkamp — ends up in The Silence of the Lambs turf the suspense never lets up.