A dark and stormy night at Hotel Icarus, and close-up of a girl's gaping laugh, before a loud and obnoxious group of drunken socialites become stranded in a lift. Fifteen minutes of darkly lit photography later, they are rescued. A lift repairman goes into the the lift by himself to investigate the cause of this boredom, and is followed by a female journalist out looking for a story. The lift's wiring, as it turns out, is possessed by demons from hell, causing deaths for no apparent reason, in all sorts of contrived ways. A well done decapitation scene (juxtaposed with a policeman slicing the end of his cigar) and a decent enough death of a blind man, as well as impressive set designs and lighting are about all this Dutch "thriller" have going for it. This film barely even qualifies as a horror movie, as there is so much blah blah blah blah blah it could almost be considered a character study of the lift repairman. Pardon me, while I yawn uncontrollably.
Film tries to be a serious, atmospheric suspense/ thriller, but there is just no possible way to make interesting a story of a killer lift.
Film tries to be a serious, atmospheric suspense/ thriller, but there is just no possible way to make interesting a story of a killer lift.