A Quiet Place: Not Always Great, A Drunk Entry

     After  a night out on the town drinking and whatnot, I decided to watch A Quiet Place which I had heard rave reviews about.  To be fair, I did not watch it with sober eyes and that will be reflected in the following.  It was ok.  Groundbreaking in it's use of sound?  Sure, I'll give it that as it used sound and silence effectively to build suspense.  Storywise it is a great concept, creatures that are blind but attack  everything on the basis of sound, then you throw a baby in it and things get interesting.  I mean, it was the quietest newborn baby I have ever seen but still, an interesting concept that may or may not be explored further in the sequel.
     From necessity to exploitation, horror has always used sound and silence to aid the storytelling or as in most recent movies, to help with jump scares.  Back in the late 1910's when the Europeans were playing with horror imagery,  they relied on music to help tell the story.  Imagine Nosferatu or The Golem but with jump scares.  While we cannot be sure that someone arranged a score to scare audiences with a quick trumpet blast, for the most part music was seen as a companion to this new medium of film, not a copout for scares.  That's right I said it.  Still, A Quiet Place could  have easily inserted cheap jump scares pretty much anywhere it wanted to and it did not which shows what a great job Krasinski did as a director by choosing to use tension and suspense to intrigue the viewer as opposed to quick, expected jump scares.
     This film also is reminiscent of when you're talking to your coworkers at work and in walks the coworker you don;t like so you have to stop the conversation until Susan finally walks away to her cube.  You don't want her to get involved in the conversation so you wait sometimes painfully for her to leave before you can breathe again.  Otherwise she will interject the conversation and start talking about something completely unrelated that has to do with her and you just have to nod and contribute short phrases until she gets the validation she wants and decides to leave.  Does anyone else have a Susan at work?
     In conclusion, this entry was supposed to be about the correlation between the film and the importance of communication between friends and family.  Instead, I sobered up enough to decide not to go that route because it would either go over people's heads or be misinterpreted.  Sad, I was going to be a Susan.  It's a good thing I caught myself, that means I am growing as anindividual, or I just need to increase my alcohol intake so I can spill the tea.   Girl, just kidding, I ain't no hypocrite.