Right at Your Door (2006)

User Rating:

6.3/10   

Director:

Chris Gorak

Writer:

Chris Gorak (writer)

Release Date:

8 September 2006 (UK)

Genre:

Drama | Thriller

Tagline:

Terror just hit home.

Plot:

A dirty bomb goes off in Los Angeles, jamming freeways and spreading a toxic cloud. |

Plot Keywords:

Dirty Bomb | Bomb | Los Angeles | Hermetically Closed House | Death

Awards:

1 win & 2 nominations

Cast

Mary McCormack	...	Lexi
Rory Cochrane	...	Brad
Tony Perez	...	Alvaro
Scotty Noyd Jr.	...	Timmy
Max Kasch	...	Corporal Marshall
Jon Huertas	...	Rick
Will McCormack	...	Jason
Emeka Nnadi	...	Synthetic Soldier #2
Marisol Ramirez	...	Synthetic Soldier #3
Hector Luis Bustamante	...	Store Owner
Alejandra Flores	...	Terrified Woman on Street
Christopher Rocha	...	Hurried Man
Soledad St. Hilaire	...	Hardware Woman
Nigel Gibbs	...	Another Officer
Jenny O'Hara	...	Lexi's Mother

Also Known As:

Forearm Shiver (USA) (working title)

MPAA:

Rated R for pervasive language and some disturbing violent content.

Runtime:

USA:96 min (Sundance Film Festival)

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

Ireland:15A | UK:15 | USA:R | Germany:12 | Italy:T | Australia:MA | Singapore:NC-16 (cut)

Filming Locations:

Echo Park, Los Angeles, California, USA

Company:

Thousand Words

Trivia:

The film was acquired by Lions Gate at 2006 Sundance for nearly $3 million for worldwide rights.

Visceral Realism gives way to heavy-handed commentary.

"Right at Your Door" starts out so well. In Los Angeles, an unemployed musician (Rory Cochrane) sees his white-collar professional wife (Mary McCormack) off to work. Minutes later, a series of dirty bombs bearing a mysterious "molecular toxin" goes off across Los Angeles.

Writer-director Chris Gorak, an accomplished art director who worked on "Fight Club" and "Minority Report," does a lot with very little here, using Cochrane's terror, radio reports and the briefest glances at ash clouds and emergency vehicles to create a real sense of panic, while keeping the worst destruction off camera.

But then, as soon as Cochrane seals himself into his house and we're forced to settle in with a handful of survivors, the movie slowly but surely loses its hard-earned claustrophobia. The dialogue devolves into endless F-bombs and actorly exhales. The characters devolve into boring narcissists. And the movie devolves into a broad-brush dark satire of emergency bureaucracy that feels a lot sillier than the post-9/11 panic attack of the first half-hour.