I’m not sure I’d be as effusive as Stephen King when he wrote; “No extraneous bullshit. Just nerve-splintering terror.” He’s right it’s a tight screenplay, and the cast delivers one subtle turn after another. I’m less convinced by King’s promises of terror. My nerves must’ve been dulled by years of movie trauma, because I didn’t feel anything like the adrenaline spike I was expecting. One thing it did manage was to keep the story rolling until the very last frame, which I always find very satisfying.