Talk to Me

The majority of the feature demonstrates the capacity of the Phillipou's to be at the service of their characters and for their fabrication of a tense environment that is more and more desperate. [Full review in Spanish]

Incredibly effective.

Talk to Me holds you in its grip until it’s over, but that’s it. On the strength of pure craft and ambition, the Philippous have earned entry into the elevated-horror club; maybe as they grow and develop as directors, they’ll renounce their membership...

The ensemble never steps out of character, no matter how improbable the situation. While Wilde and Otto are the standouts, best supporting actor must go to the embalmed hand.

Talk to Me is a lot of unsettling fun. The Philippous show tremendous promise, and Wilde has the entrancing screen presence to become a major star sooner rather than later.

Though it leans on familiar genre tropes and stylistic conventions, a devastating script and charismatic cast (spearheaded by Sophie Wilde) make Talk To Me a terrifying and pervasively heartbreaking tale of grief.

There are ways and means to push a horror’s lead to its edge, but the writing choices make Mia cripplingly unable to do much to “fight” the antagonistic supernatural forces.

RackaRacka has crafted a horror film for the ages that will be remembered in ten years as one of the most important in the realm of independent horror.

The first half is as compelling as it gets, effectively conjuring horrifying images from the underworld and, scarier yet, the troubled souls of the bereaved.

The Philippouses wisely stay within their comfort zone, setting the film in their native Australia, though I'm half-convinced the entire reason they shot there was so they could have an excuse to use a kangaroo for one key scene.