The Intruder (2019)

The Intruder is a delightful use of the conventions of melodrama to subvert traditional horror archetypes.

The film is so full of jump scare fake-outs and shout-at-the-screen moments, it neglects to build sustained suspense — a far worse sin than its lack of logic, which can actually be kind of fun.

An entirely too manipulative, too obvious couple-in-jeopardy thriller, and a fun “bad” movie.

A B-movie with a few thrills and plenty of inane dialogue.

The whole thing would be more fun, you start to feel, if Intruder just committed fully to the schlocky midnight-movie glory of it all; let Quaid’s lawn-mowing wingnut swing that ax not just for soft vulnerable body parts, but the stars.