As a pundit I entertain myself by laughing at escape clauses in thrillers that couldn’t exist without them. I figure I’m looking for the perfect of a thriller existing completely in a universe of physical and mental believability. “Panic Room” is about as close as I’m probably going to get. Yes, there are minutes when I need to yell counsel at the screen, yet pretty much as frequently the characters are in front of me.
They likewise ask similar inquiries I’m asking, of which the most genuine, in a thriller, is “the reason didn’t we do that?” The film, coordinated by David Fincher and composed by David Koepp, holds onto authenticity practically as a test.