Sanctuary

Director Zachary Wigon’s Sanctuary is trying very hard to be both thrilling and erotic, but all that comes through is the effort. Just watching is exhausting.

It’s a love story, sort of, and whatever limitations are set by the location are obliterated by the performances.

It's exquisite... Very sophisticated, and not very much about sex, either.

Sanctuary is a playful piece of work—an exercise designed to keep its actors limber and to make us delight in their flexibility. Hopefully, Qualley will get even more opportunities to stretch soon enough...

Zachary Wigon directs this slithery two-hander with style, making what could feel like a stage production a playful exercise in intimacy, trust and betrayal.

The deepest pleasures of Sanctuary are in how Abbott and Qualley suck every drip of pleasure out of Micah Bloomberg's script.

This dark claustrophobic comedy, confined largely to just two people in one closed space, is not only hampered by these limitations, but even more so by the fact that these two people are really, really annoying.

Plays mental pinball and sexual chess and psychological sudoku set to expert.

Sanctuary is able to bring its viewer on a wild ride that will leave you with a devilish smile until the very end.

This twisted, tense battle of wits and wills is captivating from the first frame to its emphatic last line. They don’t make many movies like this one anymore, but Qualley, Abbott, and Wigon make a persuasive case that they should.