Review: LAST SHIFT
Netflix’s algorithm(s) is/are pretty good, overall. When they (it?) suggest(s) a movie that I might like, based on its/their best guess, four out of five times I do end up enjoying it. Not that I always listen to it/them. The Skynets and HALs of the world have taught us that technology and A.I. can never be fully trusted. An algorithm might decide to screw with me sometime, recommending something like an Eli Roth movie, in hopes that I won’t notice. If the premise of the film recommended by the program piques my curiosity, though, I’ll take the machine’s advice and go ahead and try it. The most recent recommendation from the Netflix Bot was LAST SHIFT, and I have to say the program nailed it. LAST SHIFT is terrific, so good that I’m happy to pass along the recommendation to you, my loyal readers.
As with many a great Horror flick, it begins with a simple premise: a haunted police station. This station in particular is about to be mothballed in favor of a spiffy new one down the street. The reason: rusty pipes and lousy water pressure. Oh, and the station happens to be haunted by the ghosts of three crazy cultists who committed suicide in one of the holding cells. If the cult members were nasty individuals in life, though, they are much, much worse as revenants. Pity the poor rookie cop—a pretty young woman, naturally—who has to babysit the haunted police station all night, all by herself. Her commitment to her job keeps her there long past the point when otherwise any sane person would have hauled ass outta the joint—in effect, she is trapped. Inside a haunted house. With three evil spirits risen from the grave and out for blood. See, I told you it was simple. The art, though, the excellence and quality, is in the movie’s execution. It’s as solid as a rock. Or, THE Rock. (That’s what they call San Quentin. Y’know, the prison. See what I did there?)