As an exercise in retro pastiche, paying homage to 1970s horror movies, “The Quiet Ones” impresses. But as a postmodern genre reinvention, it fails to deliver.
Mixing creaky haunted-house and exorcism tropes with a nod to the contemporary found-footage subgenre, the film relies on high production values and sense-battering shock tactics to make up for wooden performances and an illogical, silly script.
“The Quiet Ones” is the latest stylish shocker from Hammer, the recently reactivated classic U.K. studio imprint. It’s the sophomore feature of Washington-born screenwriter-turned-director John Pogue.
“The Quiet Ones” boasts the usual vague claims to be “inspired by actual events.” It draws very loosely on the “Philips Experiment” of 1972, in which a group of Toronto academic researchers tried to prove that ghosts and poltergeists are constructs of the human mind. Needless to say, the original trials did not involve satanic cults, paranormal love triangles or high body counts, but reality can be disappointingly mundane like that.
Set in 1974, the film stars “Mad Men” veteran Jared Harris as Joseph Coupland, an Oxford University psychology professor with highly unorthodox methods. Coupland hires amateur cameraman Brian McNeil (“Hunger Games” co-star Sam Claflin) to document his controversial experiments on Jane Harper (Olivia Cooke), a mentally unstable young woman who appears to be possessed by a diabolical alter ego named Evey.
The professor believes Jane is creating Evey purely through her own telekinetic powers, and thus could hold the key to curing mental illness across the globe. His cutting-edge treatment, bizarrely, involves locking her in a cell-like bedroom and blasting her with loud rock music.
Driven out of Oxford by angry neighbors and nervous university authorities, Coupland and his team relocate to a crumbling country house straight out of the horror-cliche handbook. No other living souls for miles around? Check. Broken phone connection? Check. Spooky attic rooms? Check. Flickering lights that malfunction on an hourly basis? You get the picture.
As the obligatory sexual tension begins to crackle between Brian and Jane — or is it Evey? — shocking revelations come to light about several key characters, and Evey’s poltergeist-like antics turn steadily more sinister. A bloody battle between scientific reason and supernatural evil follows.
Harris clearly relishes playing Coupland as a louche, chain-smoking, libidinous dandy, just a degree away from hammy mad-scientist caricature. In a vintage Hammer production, Vincent Price or Christopher Lee would have owned this role. The professor may be two-dimensional, but the rest of the cast are limited to one each.
Claflin’s Brian is a pale cipher of naive goodness, while his fellow researchers Kristina (Erin Richards) and Harry (Rory Fleck-Byrne) are thinly written eye-candy roles. All three are burdened with clunky dialogue and contrived plot exposition in place of character.
A charitable horror aficionado might interpret all these clumsy touches as self-referential allusions to Hammer’s notoriously cheap, semi-exploitation ethos. But they still grate, and sit oddly alongside the film’s high technical polish. Production design is strong, capturing the washed-out tobacco browns and bell-bottomed post-hippie fashions of the era. Connoisseurs of vintage British rock will enjoy a well-curated soundtrack that includes Slade, T-Rex and Hawkwind.
Visual effects are also impressive, particularly Brian’s hand-held footage with its authentically retro lens flare, degraded colors and scratchy frames. The sound design is striking too, a sonic collage of percussive booms and deafening static roars that are often more unsettling than the film’s relatively mild visual shocks.
“The Quiet Ones” is not very original, nor even especially scary, and its title ultimately proves as meaningless as its plot. All the same, this genteel shocker earns its place in Hammer’s campy canon of superior B-movie schlock. Creaky and predictable, it should serve as comfort food to the huge and undemanding global fan base for old-school horror, the heavy metal of movie genres.