Beneath the Surface
23-year old Sandra has been doing drugs for many years and has realized that she is in need of some kind of treatment. At the clinic she is told that her pimp / boyfriend Roffe has turned his attention to Sandra's younger and well-behaving sister Jannika.
- Stars:Johanna Sällström, Tove Appelqvist, Mikael Persbrandt, Jens Hultén, Elisabeth von Gerber, Lennart Jähkel, Per Ragnar, Liam Norberg, Roxane von Gerber, Jenny Johansson, Göran Forsmark, Claes Ljungmark, Saga Sjöberg, Gustav Levin, Pia Bergendahl,
- Director:Daniel Fridell,
- Writer:Daniel Fridell, Jimmy Karlsson, Jeanette Pastoritzas (novel)
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Beneath the Surface torrent reviews
(au) wrote: A very creepy and thrilling horror remake.
(es) wrote: Action and fist-fights galore, but hard to follow at times.
(fr) wrote: Comical script...who acts like this lol...the way men are represented in this film is hysterical. I guess its worth a view for slasher fans, but not something id go out and get on DVD/Blu-Ray.
(gb) wrote: Too obvious of a giallo but it does have its moments with some decent gore (though it gets tiresome with the all woman killing/bashing concept) and a few fun red herrings thrown around. Not a good movie by any means and certainly not one of Dario Argento's finer efforts. Feels more like an early 90s horror movie...
(ca) wrote: Hurt AND Bale? Should have heard of this one.
(ca) wrote: A satisfying Arnold action thriller
(kr) wrote: This is one of those "bad" horror films that is actually quite good. I can't say much nice about the acting, script or sound, the latter being atrocious, but the idea behind it is a good one and considering how little budget the makers had they did a good enough job with the effects. Calling it a "splatter" film implies that there is more gore than there is. There doesn't need to be though - there's enough imagination there and the scenes are shot to imply more than you actually see, making it quite effective. Not scary (to me) but disturbing - and there's nothing wrong with that. The campness, quirky music and twist ending, although not terribly well executed, add to this. For all its technical faults, this is a little horror gem.
(it) wrote: A parent's worst nightmare is the thought of seeing their family under duress, and 1992's "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle", directed by Curtis Hanson ("L.A. Confidential", "8 Mile"), flips the fear onto its back and conjures up a succulent thriller fat in all the right places. More guilty pleasure than cerebrally rational, it is straightforward entertainment with two goals in mind: (1) to thrill (and chill) the audience and (2) to turn escapism into paranoia. And it prospers, despite its questionable plot points. It stars Annabella Sciorra as Claire Bartel, a pregnant, well-off housewife whose gynecological appointment turns disastrous after her doctor (John De Lancie) molests her. Though not a confrontational person, Claire, worried that he may inappropriately touch another patient, files a lawsuit - within a few days, a disturbing amount of women come forward with the exact same claim. Ruined by the loss of his reputation, the doctor commits suicide, leaving his pregnant widow (Rebecca De Mornay) so devastated that she ends up having a miscarriage. Six months pass, and the Bartels hardly seem affected by Claire's mishap. She has delivered a healthy baby boy, and her husband, Michael (Matt McCoy), is about to make a major breakthrough at work. But Claire, in the process of building a massive greenhouse in the backyard, is worried that watching her kids and doing the regular housework will become harder than ever with such a large project underway. So she hires a nanny, unaware that the woman who will be watching her children is actually her former doctor's wife, seeking revenge. Soap operatic to an acceptable point, Amanda Silver's screenplay allows for the audience to have their cake and eat it too - though most of what happens during "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle"'s run-time is all due to a completely impossible meeting (Claire literally hires Peyton off the street), one can't help but accept the scenario because it allows for such an endlessly gripping array of wild events. Sure, Claire isn't much of a smart cookie if she randomly employs someone without even a hint of a background check, but Claire being smart would mean that the thrills that make up "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle" wouldn't exist - and the thrills, so tangy and unpretentious, are far too enjoyable to make one want to question why they prevail in the first place. It's a Lifetime movie gone right. We know it's bad for us, but it sure is fun to hate a villain, to see how far they can go before a brawl goes down and they meet their much anticipated demise. The film certainly wouldn't have the same effect if not for Rebecca De Mornay, whose performance contains just enough camp to make her Peyton as hatable as she is absurdly likable - part of us wants her to get away with destroying Claire's marriage, her friendships, and her relationship with her kids, but another part leaves us thirsting for her identity to be revealed: the second things go awry and her wrath is discovered, we can't help but want to jump out of our seats. Notable is the way Mornay can go from sugar sweet to malicious in the snap of a finger without seeming completely ridiculous. It's no easy task to pull off a role Joan Crawford might have perfected during her post-"Mildred Pierce" years, and Mornay delivers. And with great supporting performances from Julianne Moore (as Claire's ambitious realtor friend) and Ernie Hudson (as the Bartels' mentally handicapped gardener), "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle" is a roundhouse of early '90s thrills. As long as you don't expect high art, the film is a sort of junky masterpiece, kinda crappy but also kinda magnificent.
(es) wrote: It is what it is. In part, the movie is a bit of a snapshot of the attitudes and limitations of this generation; once the thrill is gone, dispose of properly and move on. There's no real emotion, and that suits the characters in 9 songs just fine."Sex is fun, don't confuse it with feelings".
(ca) wrote: A dumb old divorced loser (Tim Allen) gets his ass kicked on his company's parking lot in front of his daughter. He makes it a point to get a revenge, and in course of preparations he learns the meaning of life and finds strength and interest for living (Julie Bowen). Rather clumsy spirit elevator that should have dated back to 1980s.