Trap (2024)
Directed by M. Night Shyamalan
No · Ultra Based
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The cast includes women and supporting players of color, but their roles are functional within the thriller structure with no particular emphasis on diverse representation.
The film maintains a darkly comedic tone focused on entertainment rather than preachy messaging, though it lacks overt preachiness.
No LGBTQ+ themes, characters, or subtext present in the film.
The teenage daughter is present but the narrative centers entirely on the male serial killer protagonist with no feminist commentary or agenda.
No racial themes or consciousness evident in the film's narrative or thematic concerns.
No environmental themes or climate-related messaging present.
The concert setting represents capitalist entertainment, but there is no critique of capitalism or wealth inequality.
No body positivity messaging or commentary present in the film.
No representation of or commentary on neurodivergence present.
The film is not a historical work and contains no revisionist historical elements.
Synopsis
A father and teen daughter attend a pop concert, where they realize they're at the center of a dark and sinister event.
Why it received this score
M. Night Shyamalan's "Trap" is a genre thriller of almost aggressive ordinariness. Josh Hartnett plays a suburban fireman and serial killer who attends a pop concert with his daughter, only to discover that police have surrounded the venue to apprehend him. The premise is absurd, the plot mechanics are contorted, and the film knows this and leans into the ridiculousness with something approaching self-awareness. This is not, however, an exercise in social consciousness. The film exists to entertain, not to instruct, and its relationship to contemporary progressive sensibilities is essentially null.
The narrative concerns itself entirely with the mechanics of the trap itself: how Hartnett's character might escape, what obstacles he might overcome, what reveals Shyamalan might deploy. His daughter serves as a plot device and emotional anchor, not as a vehicle for any particular statement about gender, family dynamics, or the condition of contemporary adolescence. The supporting cast, including Hayley Mills and Alison Pill, functions competently within the thriller structure without drawing attention to issues of representation or identity. The film is not hostile to diversity; it is simply indifferent to it.
What emerges from "Trap" is a work of pure genre mechanics, a film that asks us to accept increasingly implausible scenarios in service of an entertainment machine. Hartnett delivers what critics have described as a committed, charismatic performance, and Shyamalan maintains a brisk pace through the absurdities. But there is nothing here that engages with the specific constellation of cultural anxieties that define contemporary progressive sensibilities. It is a film about a killer at a concert, not a film about anything else.
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Critic Reviews
“Shyamalan’s crafts a deceptively simple experience. The plot is rather ingeniously straightforward, at first, but the fraught journey of a father and killer trying not to upend and upset the carefully constructed delusional fabrication of his life—and how the two identities crash into each other on one fateful day— is exhilaratingly multifaceted.”
“Even at a pace or two too long, while starting to coast on the pure rush of initial, stronger ideas, it’s perhaps his best-engineered work since The Village and arguably the purest piece of entertainment he’s ever made.”
“I'd place it more alongside the enjoyable The Visit or Split, and, indeed, there are some story commonalities with both. It is, however, masterfully shot, with great use of wide angles, cropped frames, and a sense of foreboding inside and around the concert venue.”
“Trap is a house of cards built on a bed of sand in the middle of a hurricane. It flies apart and collapses almost immediately and the various plot threads are so thoroughly ripped to shreds that there’s nothing left at the end but the wreckage of a movie and the recognition that 105 precious minutes have been stolen. ”