Review: I Think We're Alone Now

In a small town whose populace was almost entirely wiped out by a mysterious and unexplained apocalyptic event, there lives Del (Peter Dinklage). If hell is other people, then Del is living in his vision of heaven, perfectly content in his solitude and spending his days going from house to house, scavenging for batteries and other useful items, cleaning the houses, and burying the dead in a massive graveyard in a nearby field.

Yet, as the title suggests, Del is not the sole survivor. One night, he's awakened by fireworks from across the river. The following day, he comes across a young woman unconscious in her car. Her name is Grace (Elle Fanning) and she is chatty where he is reticent, chaotic where he is orderly, and joyous where he is brooding. In short, she is the yang to his yin and much of I Think We're Alone Now tracks how the two tiptoe about each other before finding common ground and lending their qualities to one another.

Dinklage and Fanning are both such compelling actors and director Reed Morano skilled in creating evocative compositions and haunting images that one can almost forgive the inescapable fact that there's hardly anything of interest in the film. The pace becomes plodding, the screenplay by Mike Makowsky predictable, the characters more manufactured and symbolic of big questions and themes that fail to be profound. A third act twist steers I Think We're Alone Now into The Twilight Zone / Black Mirror territory but it hardly matters for the development fails to intrigue or resonate.

I Think We're Alone Now

Directed by: Reed Morano

Written by: Mike Makowsky

Starring: Peter Dinklage, Elle Fanning, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Paul Giamatti