Creep

Franka Potente de cabelo amarelo com um vestido amarelo com flores, corre pelos túneis do metro de Londres, e em vez de namorar George Clooney, que ela pretendia, namora um mutante humano horrivelmente deformado, divertindo-se a violar mulheres numa cadeira ginecológica com um machete grande e afiado. Christopher Smith não consegue criar sequer uma pitada da angustiante atmosfera de ambiente criada por John Landis em poucos minutos do seu Um Lobisomem Americano em Londres (1981); e as primeiras emoções do espetador vêm apenas com o início da repugnância e brutalidade. Portanto, um caso triste semelhante ao do novo Massacre no Texas, em que pelo menos não tivemos de esperar os dois primeiros terços do filme por estas emoções «recompensadoras» do espetador. (22/05/2008)

At first nothing happens and the movie’s head is kept above water only thanks to the “story’s" appealing atmosphere, then we comes one really snappy line, but nothing else happens. Then the fount of all evil comes on the scene and... and nothing happens again, then at last some unintentionally funny scenes come along and then, mercifully, it’s the end. The picture isn’t saved by having Franka Potente in it or by having a social lesson at the end ,-) One of those movies that show that even a movie lasting less than ninety minutes can be far too long. (15/08/2005)

Metro is a British-German production that plays it safe, covering familiar ground. It is a predictable horror movie the viewer has seen many times before. Moments of suspense are interspersed with moments of relative boredom. Here and there, someone dies horribly, and then it just ends. (23/01/2020)

I don’t understand the aversion towards this film, I think it’s a fairly good, little horror flick. But I have a weak spot for stories set in underground spaces, so it’s possible that it doesn’t work on other people. For me 70% (14/08/2007)