Cinematic Releases: Drop (2025) - Reviewed

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Speaking from experience involving a Facebook hack suffered two months ago, it is fair to say the new horror subgenre of being terrorized and/or violated of one’s privacy in the digital realm is an unseen ever developing and transforming threat to contemporary society.  Among the last couple times we saw cybercrime as an extended and vast endeavor across the silver screen was Nerve from 2016 and more recently The Beekeeper with Jason Statham.  

As we continue to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the world wide web, another new form of digital invasiveness comes in the form of the AirDrop wireless technology allowing users to post and share pictures or videos with other phones within radius.  While the AirDrop feature continues to be controversial for it’s use in protests and numerous incidents involving hijacking threats, it was only a matter of time before it became the subject of Happy Death Day and Freaky director Christopher Landon’s Drop opening in theaters tomorrow starring Meghann Fahy and Brandon Sklenar.
 
Widowed single mother and domestic abuse survivor Violet (Meghann Fahy) is on a blind date at a ritzy high-rise restaurant with Henry (Brandon Sklenar), leaving her younger sister Jen (Violette Beane) to babysit her underage son Toby (Jacob Robinson) when she begins receiving anonymous AirDrops (dubbed DigiDrops here) to her phone with an increasingly threatening tone.  

Soon the caller begins sending videos of her security cameras showing a masked assailant lurking in her house threatening to kill Jen and Toby unless she follows through with a murder plot by the caller to murder her date Henry.  As paranoia sets in while the bartender and their obnoxious waiter sense something is wrong, Violet is trying her best to keep her cool and play along while desperately trying to send any kind of SOS alert for outside help.  Yet at every turn, the caller seems to have the upper hand and she soon grows increasingly suspicious of her date she’s been tasked with murdering.

 
Co-produced by Michael Bay and Jason Blum with slick scope 2.35:1 cinematographer by Escape Room cameraman Marc Spicer and aided by a tension fueled electronic score by The Walking Dead composer Bear McCreary, Drop is a suitably taut albeit tightly budgeted Bluetooth era thriller that gains footing from staying largely trained inside the restaurant setting.  Almost like a chamber piece with mounting tension emanating from the ongoing threatening DigiDrops, printed onscreen ala The Shallows text message exchanges with particular emphasis on certain sentences’ boldness.  


There’s even a little bit of Nicolas Winding Refn heightened lighting going on here as when characters are singled out and the lighting dims so only people in the center of the frame are visible ala the elevator scene in Drive.  Featuring a strong ensemble cast including Violett Beane, Gabrielle Ryan as a street-smart waitress and a surprising supporting turn from Memphis Belle actor Reed Diamond, the film primarily rests on the shoulders of Meghann Fahy who makes Violet into a resourceful heroine anchored by her believable and tragic backstory as a survivor of physical and psychological abuse.  Almost stealing the show for comic relief is a running gay involving Jeffrey Self as an overbearing but well-meaning gay waiter who also starts to notice something is off at Violet’s dinner table.

 
Filmed following the director’s exit from Scream 7 and playing a bit like a quickie Blumhouse programmer with good performances, slick technical thrills and surprises, Drop literally drops tomorrow in theaters as a serviceable PG-13 social-media AirDrop thriller playing into our still developing and very real-world fears of being hacked and terrorized by criminals.  While the reasons and upper hands the film’s omniscient mostly hidden antagonist start to lean towards a John Frankenheimer inspired plot, it was kind of fun being stuck in this restaurant unable to leave with the cards seemingly all stacked against our heroine.  


The idea of a swanky restaurant being the backdrop for horrors including but not limited to madness and murder goes back to Peter Greenaway’s The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover and more recently Mark Mylod’s The Menu.  While Drop doesn’t quite measure up to the opulence of those films, it still works as a Hitchcockian nerve-wracker touching on just how much more vulnerable to invasive attack technological innovation and telecommunication have rendered us. 

--Andrew Kotwicki