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Romero would've had a *field* day with this, and Craven already did, to an extent (The People Under The Stairs), but Fede Alvarez, in a classic sophomore horror move, refuses to plunge his work into the grime and sweat of his concept, instead playing sly and tricky in regards to formal gimmicks and tossing any murky dissection into the clear-cut sunlight. A few memorable moments, to be sure (if the whole movie revolved around the adorable puppy crawling through vents, instant five stars), and yet, this is another one of those exercises in tension that overuses its gifts too soon.