Samara Weaving excels in post-apocalyptic horror where humanity has renounced words – which might have been useful to decipher what’s going on
Here is a post-apocalyptic feature that works well as an exercise in tension-release horror-movie mechanics and features an admirably expressive, athletic, and entirely wordless lead performance from rising genre fare “it” girl Samara Weaving.
Text splashed on screen before the title explains that this is all taking place sometime after “the Rapture” has thinned the world population, and some of those who remain have renounced the “sinful” use of speech. Weaving’s protagonist, who is apparently called Azrael, is living in a forest with her beau (Nathan Steward-Jarrett), surviving on who knows what and living in patched rags, when they are captured by similarly silent zealots. Those guys, who still have cars in the Mad Max tradition, tie Azrael to a chair as sacrifice for hominid-like zombie-demon-monsters with charred skin and no eyes that smell blood, but somehow she escapes.
