Director: Franck Khalfoun
Stars: Rachel Nichols & Wes Bentley
Genre: Horror, Thriller
At first glance, P2 looks just like any other slasher horror thriller that had seemed to accidentally impregnate the 2007 movie market.
- Vulnerable blonde female with huge bella meloni’s (double check)
- Loner male predator with psychopathic grand delusions (check)
- An unpopulated setting to which offers said male predator a killing playground (check)
Now why I decided to watch this seemingly unknown 2007 film on Netflix is up to your judgement. Was it because it had underdog potential, and I was curious if it was a hidden gem? Or was it because Rachel Nichols was going to be prancing around in a wet scantily clad dress with a fire axe? Who knows really? The point being is that this film surprised me and was actually quite good baring my preconceived notions.
What this film did right off the bat seemed to already set its self from all the underwhelming slasher films. The movie is slow at the beginning but for good reason. The producers actually took the time to fully humanize the foreshadowed victim with notions that she has a loving family who cares for her, and also that she had recently been sexually harassed at an office Christmas party by a male co-worker. So we have full on sympathization, and room for even pity.
Angela (Rachel Nichols) is your typical workaholic business woman (pant suit and all) who is usually the last one to leave the office on most occasions, even on the eve of Christmas. Ambition always comes with a cost, and the producers want us to internalize this. However, during this evening, Angela promises to her family on the phone that she will leave early and will be with them for the holiday dinner. Now, at this point in the film as viewers we know damn well that Angela won’t be making it home in time for cilantro craw-fish gumbo and goat cheese profiteroles- or whatever the hell yuppies eat on Christmas eve- since the movie just started, and blood has not been properly spilled.
The movie gods and universe seem to throw every possible obstacle at Angela in order for her to be stuck at the office on one of the most busy and cherished nights of the year. We are introduced to Tom (Wes Bentley) the office night security guard, who at first tries to help Angela with her urgent situation. At first peek, Tom seems like a normal charming guy in a sort of Ted Bundy kind of way. He is a bit awkward, creepy, and shows signs of sexual frustration amidst all the loner tendencies. Like Bundy, Tom seems to a have panache for portraying a White Knight while at the same time contradicting that with his manic bloodcurdling actions. At this point, the viewer knows that the carnival of mayhem is about to begin in what seems like the largest and darkest parking garage in all of life.
Now, if we step back a bit, you would probably think that there would be a better setting for a horror film than an urban parking garage. What entertainment could possibly materialize in that sort of space you ask? Well, an absolute laundry list my friend: Straight up murder, repeated vehicular man-slaughter/murder, arson, taser use, destruction of private property, voyeurism, assault via cutlery, forced dinner party by way of chloroform and rag, eye-ball stabbing, cruelty towards animals, cruelty towards humans, repeated blunt force trauma, torture, and a game of chicken between a Pontiac Sunfire and an Oldsmobile. Who knew a parking garage could hold such potential and promise?
In closing, a lot of bad things can happen at the office when you’re a workaholic. You might get fired- or worse having a workplace lawsuit on your hands- because everyone, including your spouse and HR, found out that you and that hot new intern enjoy fixing “paper jams” together all day long in the copying room. Or you could just be straight-up stalked and possibly killed by a psychopathic security guard named Tom.
Either way, the moral of the story is, don’t be a workaholic because one day your job might kill you.