The way Jean’s treated is antiquated and sexist—and it just might save her life.
Y’see, her husband rolls with a bad crowd. Tucking Jean at home keeps the danger away . . . until hubby goes missing, that is.
So Jean is next. We don’t know why, and neither does she. But she better do something—and fast. This makes a good portion of the movie heart-poundingly scary.
You could even say that the story is built around adrenaline. But adrenaline wears off. And when it does, scenes of Jean sitting in silence, trapped in her own fear, become repetitive.
That may be a natural reaction—especially in a world where men continue to keep Jean in the dark. But together with performances that can be so understated as to feel emotionless, it does not make for fun watching. More empty lighter than slow burn, any sparks you get won’t last.