patrickfilbeck

Like so many of Sesma's past films, 72 Hours is an absolute waste of time in the form of cinematic junk. Unpalatable to the eye, with all the shaky shots, poorly lit scenes and unimaginative camera angles and routes, an affront to the ear and brain in the form of stammered and previously badly written dialog and an attack on the love of cineastes - namely the art of the moving image. Added to this are the cheap copycat processes through which the film makes use of larger role models, such as about every second Liam Neeson film, and the simply boring plot, which certainly doesn't deserve a single movie reel.

This cheap pretension of a supposedly modern interpretation of Hitchcock's Rear Window is a total failure from - both a narrative and cinematic perspective. In undercooled and shakily shot images, a futile attempt is made to feign depth in various areas, while cliché after cliché is unpacked. Dangerous approaches to topics such as suicide are tackled so irresponsibly, that it is an affront to mentally suffering people and their loved ones, while the presumptions towards movie fans are less drastic, but far surpassed in quantity. The fact this movie smuggled itself in the history of Hitchcock-Cinema is just awful. This movie sucks.