‘Reptile’ Review: Benicio del Toro in a Grisly Homicide Thriller Where Everyone’s a Suspect
27.09.2023 - 05:29
/ variety.com
Owen Gleiberman Chief Film Critic I saw “Reptile,” the new Netflix homicide thriller, at home on a link and decided to watch it with subtitles, since this is the sort of moody cop noir about life in the shadows where there’s a lot of murmuring going on. And I didn’t want to miss a clue.
This means, of course, that the subtitles will keep cueing you with descriptives like “sinister music” or “quiet ominous music,” and I couldn’t help but notice that this happened around 50 times. So much quietly sinister ominous music! That’s fair game for the genre, though it’s laid on a bit thick in “Reptile,” and that’s an emblem of the film’s aesthetic, which might be described as understated overstatement.
The murder that kicks things off is disturbing enough to have been committed by a serial killer. Will Grady (Justin Timberlake), a clean-cut but shady real-estate broker in the New England hamlet of Scarborough (lots of trees, enviably big houses), returns to the mostly unfurnished palatial property he’s crashing in with his girlfriend, Summer (Matilda Lutz), only to discover her blood-drenched corpse crumpled on the upstairs white carpeting.
As we learn, she’s been stabbed 33 times; there are bite marks on her hands; and one of the stab wounds was so deep that a knife shard was embedded in her bone. There is also a strand of blond hair from a wig.
This all adds up to: The killer must be one sick f—k, a sensation enhanced by the way that Grant Singer, the first-time director of “Reptile,” draws on the greatest film of the genre, Michael Mann’s “Manhunter” (the bite marks, the white carpeting, the blond hair, the quietly sinister ominous music). But in “Reptile,” a movie whose very title implies that we’re watching the story of a
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