Based on his own short film, David F. Sandberg’s feature-length debut has a wonderfully simple central premise: fear the monster that lurks in the dark. Though it occasionally gets bogged down in an on-the-nose screenplay, Lights Out is an otherwise quite relentless horror flick that plays on basic childhood terrors with efficiency.
Lights Out opens with a near beat-for-beat recreation of the short, albeit in the gloomy textile factory workplace of Paul (Billy Burke). It’s here, among the sinister mannequins and flickering industrial lights, that the film introduces us to its monster’s rules: you’re safe in the light, but don’t count on the lights staying on.
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Lights Out opens with a near beat-for-beat recreation of the short, albeit in the gloomy textile factory workplace of Paul (Billy Burke). It’s here, among the sinister mannequins and flickering industrial lights, that the film introduces us to its monster’s rules: you’re safe in the light, but don’t count on the lights staying on.
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