Horror? Thriller? Suspense? Knock Knock is a perfect mixture of all these. This movie is definitely going to give you chills. So next time keep in mind, Some doors are not to be opened.
With the wife and kids away on a beach trip, Evan (Keanu Revees) uses the weekend to catch up on a project, enjoy some red wine, maybe smoke a little pot and listen to his treasured vinyl on the turntable. But then, there’s a knock at the door on the one night there happens to be a torrential downpour in drought-stricken Southern California. Standing on his front porch, giggling and dripping in itty-bitty clothing, are the brunette Genesis (Lorenza Izo), and blonde Bel (Ana De Armas), who must be half his age.
The two friends insist innocently that the cab dropped them off in the wrong spot on the way to a party, and now they’re lost, so could they please come in and use the phone? And maybe take off their clothes and throw them in the dryer?
And it does go there. The playful pals snuggle up in fluffy, white robes while waiting for their clothes to dry and the car service to arrive which takes an estimated 45 minutes. As they get touchy and more suggestive with Evan, he genuinely tries his best to be a gentleman and remain loyal, moving over to a different chair, or going out of his way to compliment his wife’s sculptures. The first half of the film is far superior to the second, as Roth takes his time and keeps us guessing as to who these girls really are and what might happen. Reeves’ easygoing, low-key screen personality serves him well here and provides an amazing contrast to Izzo and de Armas’ hypersexuality.
But then! And this really isn’t a spoiler, because something’s gotta give—something does give. The next morning, “Knock Knock” shifts abruptly and becomes an insanely turns tables. Genesis and Bel reveal their true selves—we think—as noisy, destructive, overgrown children. And the trouble is, the change happens out of nowhere; they become crazy people too quickly, and the change in tone is jarring.
More problematic: Because their characters become so unbelievable in the extent to which they make Evan’s life a living hell, it’s impossible to become truly frightened by their actions or threats. They’re more screechy and annoying than anything else, like bratty tweens jacked up on sugar and caffeine. Reeves, meanwhile tied to a chair with an electrical cord.