The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Fans of the genre will rejoice in the rare sight of a new kind of threat. They will celebrate further at the director's success in satisfactorily exploiting a challenging premise.

This chilling chamber piece from the Norwegian director Andr Ovredal is an exercise in restrained horror.

The second half is merely morbid runaround, punctuating its soundtrack crashes with self-justifying footnotes on historical misogyny.

Creates a successful feeling of mounting dread punctuated by crashing thunder and surgical viscera.

An enjoyably twisty little throat-grabber.

It's hard to think of another film that has brought such lip-smacking relish to its sound design.

In this horror story much closer in spirit to Stephen King's novels than to cheap horror films, Ørvedal makes us feel and live with his revenge nightmare that which others (particularly women) have lived and felt. [Full review in Spanish]

The movies early, slow-burning potential is squandered by its adherence to popular genre tropes, all of which seem underwhelming after the first two-thirds.

It redefines gooseflesh. Hell your scalp will crawl right off of you and into the seat beside you and then demand some of your popcorn, if you let it.

I thought the director did a great job at keeping that high tension and the jump-scare feel for the new horror fans and the old ones.