Reżyseria:
Christopher SmithScenariusz:
Christopher SmithZdjęcia:
Danny CohenObsada:
Franka Potente, Sean Harris, Vas Blackwood, Jeremy Sheffield, Ken Campbell, Joe Anderson, Paul Rattray, Kelly Scott, Spencer Hawken, Debora Weston (więcej)Opisy(1)
Londyn. Północ. Mroźny zimowy wieczór. Kate wraca z imprezy i marzy jedynie o tym, by szybko znaleźć się domu. Nie może złapać taksówki, więc schodzi na stację metra. Czeka na ostatni pociąg. Na chwilę zasypia. Kiedy się budzi, oprócz niej na peronie nie ma już nikogo. Próbuje wybiec ze stacji, jednak wszystkie wyjścia są już zamknięte. Na peron niespodziewanie wjeżdża pociąg. Kate z ulgą wsiada do wagonu, jednak przekonuje się, że jest jedyną pasażerką. Nagle pociąg gwałtownie hamuje w środku tunelu. Wszystkie wagony pogrążają się w ciemnościach i Kate odkrywa, że jednak nie jest sama. W ciemnych tunelach metra czai się coś tajemniczego, coś niewyobrażalnego... coś, co nie da jej spokoju. (Kino Świat)
(więcej)Recenzje (4)
A yellow-haired Franka Potente in a yellow floral-patterned dress runs through the tunnels of the London Underground, and instead of the date with George Clooney that she had planned, she’s on a date with a disgustingly deformed human mutant who enjoys raping women on a gynecological chair with a big, sharp machete. Christopher Smith fails to create even a hint of the oppressive atmosphere of the environment created by John Landis in only a few minutes of his An American Werewolf in London; and the first emotions come only with the onset of disgust and brutality. So it’s a similarly sad case as the more recent Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies, in which we at least didn’t have to wait through the first two-thirds of the film for these “rewarding” audience emotions.
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I don’t understand the aversion towards this film, I think it’s a fairly good, little horror flick. But I have a weak spot for stories set in underground spaces, so it’s possible that it doesn’t work on other people. For me 70%
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At first nothing happens and the movie’s head is kept above water only thanks to the “story’s" appealing atmosphere, then we comes one really snappy line, but nothing else happens. Then the fount of all evil comes on the scene and... and nothing happens again, then at last some unintentionally funny scenes come along and then, mercifully, it’s the end. The picture isn’t saved by having Franka Potente in it or by having a social lesson at the end ,-) One of those movies that show that even a movie lasting less than ninety minutes can be far too long.
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Metro is a British-German production that plays it safe, covering familiar ground. It is a predictable horror movie the viewer has seen many times before. Moments of suspense are interspersed with moments of relative boredom. Here and there, someone dies horribly, and then it just ends.
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