Blogs
Fri Oct 10, 4:42 PM
Fri Oct 10, 4:00 PM
Sat Oct 11, 12:18 AM
Fri Oct 10, 3:49 PM
Fri Oct 10, 2:47 PM
Fri Oct 10, 1:07 PM
Fri Oct 10, 5:04 PM
Fri Oct 10, 4:00 PM
Recent Articles
Recent Articles by Tim Grierson
No related articles found
National Features >
Village Voice
Subjected to the light of day, Sarah Palin doesn't look like a maverick at all.
By Wayne Barrett
SF Weekly
Exposing a construction-site scam only a San Francisco cop could love.
By Joe Eskenazi
Houston Press
Ronald Taylor is one of perhaps hundreds of innocent people Harris County has put in prison.
By Randall Patterson
Westword
Sloppy U.S. government paperwork is putting the lives of asylum seekers at risk.
By Lisa Rab
Vacancy
Published on April 19, 2007
Perfectly suited to the shabby delights of the hometown drive-in theaters of yesteryear, director Nimród Antal's creepy cockroach of a thriller feels less horrifying than it does curiously nostalgic. David (Luke Wilson) and Amy Fox (Kate Beckinsale) are a miserable, bickering couple driving back to L.A. when David's wrong turns lead them to the Pinewood, an old motel run by Mason (Frank Whaley, working his huge mustache and huger glasses for appropriate slimeball effect). But when David and Amy try to relax in their room, they discover a stack of snuff films that show a series of grisly murders committed in the motel. Once the couple realize Mason intends to make them the stars of his next one, Antal (responsible for the 2005 Hungarian thriller Kontroll) smartly adheres to the no-frills demands of B-movie horror, eliciting impressive chills from old-fashioned suffocating dread rather than the now-usual gore. Meanwhile Wilson and Beckinsale superbly execute everything that's required of their characters namely, yelling and running. At a time when so many genre films go splat because of large budgets or big egos, the small-scale pleasures of Vacancy are a welcome surprise. Happily the movie is exactly what you think it's going to be, only better.