Fifteen years and just two movies on from his brilliant breakout, Secretary, Steven Shainberg – clearly not a director to rush things – delivers a horror that aims high but falls way short.
Rupture wants to be a smart psychological horror in the vein of The Shining, all deeper, sinister meanings lurking under shiny surfaces (some of the camera moves here mainline Kubrick too) but its plot is simply too flimsy to sustain it all.
Noomi Rapace, who’s normally a way better judge of scripts than this, plays a woman who finds herself seemingly randomly kidnapped and taken to a secret location where some people including Michael Chiklis (sporting a goatee that makes him look like a buffed-up David Brent) want to conduct some bizarro experiments on her. Rapace escapes her bindings when her captors go for a cheeky coffee break (like, really?) and a not-all-that-exciting cat and mouse chase is on. Infinitely skippable, frankly.