dir. Alexandre Aja
A girl, her dad and her dog get hunted by crocodiles during a hurricane. It’s stupid, but it’s fun. Crawl teeters at the Sharknado level of being too self-aware to be funny, but it just about keeps up its seriousness throughout. The performances are heartfelt, so it’s easier to get swept into the terror of being chased by crocodiles, as idiotic a concept as that may be to sustain a plot of an entire hour and a half. The film also adopts an unexpected sweet optimism, which is pretty rare in a movie like this. In most horror films, you immediately know what the fate of the cute little dog is going to be, but Crawl elects to go another way. Praise be to Crawl.