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The film follows a beautiful widowed psychologist living with her bedridden son who gets a terrible accident in isolated place. One day, a young boy is lost in the deadly storm which makes she must find track down him before it is too late.
Watts gives her all to this overheated nonsense, but is powerless to make emotional sense of what turns out to be the story's twisted central relationship, and ends up being just another fiercely maternal damsel in distress.
As Mary loses sleep, her paranoia worsens, yet Christina Hodson's monotonous script fails to make Mary's psychological struggles feel any more severe than a case of misplaced keys.
Too generic, and is contained within a genre that needs innovation and resourcefulness to stand out from the crowd, as a saturated market where so few productions feel unique.
In this achingly inept thriller, you will see Naomi Watts do what she can to sell a plot of such preposterousness that the derisory laughter around me began barely 20 minutes in.
This shockingly empty thriller has a great cast, but, while delivering its jump-scares, it completely ignores the story's looming, daunting psychological and emotional ramifications.
Shut In feels unfinished and scrappy. If you want to watch Watts wriggling around naked and bound in a bathtub, it may entertain you for five minutes, but the only thing that's scary about it is the waste of talent.