Sometimes I watch a movie and think that really it’s about one thing whereas on the surface it’s about something else. Signs, for example, which I watched long before the time when these reviews began as a kind of aide de memoire. Signs is not about aliens from outer space: it’s really a movie about faith.
Crawl is a movie about alligators in a crawl space under a house, but I think really it’s trying to be a movie about a relationship between a young adult and her father. I might, however, be the only person who thinks this. Ever.
Instead what we have is a crawl space that is slowly flooding while some alligators zealously guard the stairs, and two people trapped inside it working out some issues. There are some other local characters in the same movie and perfect opportunities to play out little snapshots of their relationship to and/or knowledge of the people stuck in the crawl space – but I’m afraid they’re just gator fodder.
I think the crawl space is bigger than the house above it, and frankly, not bothering to keep an overflow drain cover in great repair in an area known to be full of alligators is just asking for them to move on in. I hear they make great neighbours. Rarely play loud music.