I have always been a fan of Ealy’s from Showtime’s Sleep Cell or his guest stint on The Good Wife to films like Barber Shop and Think Like A Man, he can jump back from multiple television to movie projects with ease. Quaid is effective here, while Good’s talents are limited in what the script asks of her. When it is all said and done, you have three very likable performers starring in a film that makes you think this is what happens when bad scripts happen to good actors. Is it wrong that I found the “shade” being thrown this way fun and in line with my own political values of needing a change of the old republican guard like Knock Down the House, or should I be afraid since I’m going to be entering the middle-aged white male in a few years anyway? Even the name of the property Charlie is selling, called Foxgloves, sounds like a strip club positioned near an airport that middle-aged republican businessmen frequent to pass the time between flights. It’s an obvious attempt by director Deon Taylor ( Traffik) to cue our feelings of anger towards today’s administration. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Dennis Quaid starts walking around with a red baseball cap, making me think they worked these scenes back into The Intruder with re-shoots. As the film moves along, we are treated to such lines like, “Rachel, shut your magic lips.” Calling these lines cheesy would be an insult to cheddar they might as well be called Velveeta.
The dialogue in this film isn’t any better. When the deer is clearly down for the count, does he really have to run up to Bambi like he’s taking the beach at Normandy to get a second shot in while blowing its head off at close range? Not to mention, you might not want to endanger your potential buyers in the first place by making them an accidental casualty. Now, growing up in the backwoods of Western New York, I would understand the reason (not that I agree with it) to keep the deer population at bay. A handsome couple played by Meagan Good and Michael Ealy, who are walking around his property they want to buy to start a family, and they are almost blown away Dick Cheney-style with a rifle because the owner shoots a deer right behind them. Take, for instance, The Intruder‘s first scene with Dennis Quaid’s villain Charlie. While The Intruder is harmless fun, the film might as well have been named “A Deep Dive Metaphor of the Revenge or Death of the Middle-Aged White Suburban Male.”įilms like these have a half-dozen laughable scenes that make you roll your eyes, but you wouldn’t take offense since the comedy genre has been so bad of late you need to laugh at something. I found mildly entertaining, bordering on humor, is how filmmakers are re-birthing the genre from the last decade of political upheaval. Sleeping with the Enemy, The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, or Unlawful Entry and dozens of others like them have summed up one of the worst decades in film history – even if Raiders of the Lost Ark and E.T.
There has been a resurgence of the ‘80s-themed, thinly-veiled, talking to yourself (or the screen), good-looking-people-being-chased-by-stalker films as of late. Even at 90 minutes, the movie is more of an exercise in running out the clock than any edge of your seat suspense. The fact of the matter is while The Intruder is all harmless fun, it’s overripe.
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