When America is invaded by a race of bloodthirsty beasts who hunt by sense of sound, a family must learn to live in complete silence if they hope to survive. Trapped like a box of, uh, birds, one must adapt or die in this quiet, uh place.
Adapted from Tim Lebbon’s novel – which predates you-know-what and also-that-other-thing-with-a-similar-premise – The Silence drops on Netflix at a time when audiences apparently can’t get enough of families playing high-stakes variations on See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil.
This time, the CGI beasties are a race of subterranean winged monsters, accidentally released from a cave system beneath the Appalachian Trail to apocalyptic effect. The Silence almost bears more in common with The Birds than it does A Quiet Place, with a sinister cult popping up to deliver shades of Stephen King to the story.
The humans include Stanley Tucci, Miranda Otto and Kiernan Shipka (hot off’ve The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina S2), whispering their way through a film which is half ASMR video, half post-apocalyptic drama. Even before the plot necessitates that they whisper every line of dialogue, the cast seem bored; especially Tucci, phoning it in from the same booth Malkovich used to make Bird Box.
While some of the action does make novel use of the concept – most notably a sequence in which an evil cultist hides mobile phones around the survivors’ safe house – The Silence is a hideous bore, with dingy Walking Dead-esque cinematography and sound design which (largely due to my own aversion to ASMR) made me retch.
The Silence is not an entirely bad film, but it is a redundant one, with nothing much to say for itself, and even less worth listening to.