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Crawl

See you later, alligator.

If there’s one thing you should all know about me by now, it’s that I’m incapable of not watching a pulpy genre flick where people wind up trapped in a crawlspace with alligators.

And I will give Crawl all the credit in the world for being exactly what it promises to be. The movie doesn’t wink at the audience or mug for the camera (Sharknado), and it doesn’t use a schlocky premise as an excuse to phone it in (Slotherhouse). I find director Alexandre Aja hit-or-miss, but when I saw his name on this, I felt reassured. He has a grindhouse sensibility in a streaming world, and Crawl is a natural fit for him—grimy, direct, and action-packed, with most of the emotional scenes handled like stagy four-color comics panels.

The latter is sometimes a problem, of course. It’s not on the actors—although at certain points, you can almost see Barry Pepper wistfully remembering that he was in The 25th Hour—so much as the screenwriters. Family melodrama is all well and good, but there’s a time and a place, you know? When Pepper’s Dave, teary-eyed and broken-voiced, reminisces about how hard it was to be alone in an empty house post-divorce, I said out loud, “Right, but unfortunately you’re not alone right now, though. There are gators everywhere. Maybe focus on that.”

But to be fair, you don’t come to a movie like Crawl expecting much from the humans. Jaws managed to have animal-gone-amok horror alongside actual characterization, but absolutely no one is going to mistake Aja for Spielberg, and that includes Aja. We’re grading on a curve here.

The far bigger problem is that Crawl needs a much better sense of space. This is effectively a siege movie, and the exact geography of the imperiled territory matters. We need to have a clear idea of the layout of the crawlspace and, to a lesser extent, the house, and Aja never gives us that. Instead, the underside of the Keller family home is mazy and shadowy, punctuated with blind corners. The idea is probably to heighten the tension by making it impossible for Haley Keller (Kaya Scodelario) to see the whole area in a glance: where’s her dad, where’s her dog, where are the alligators? She has no idea, and neither do we. It’s an understandable choice in that light, but I still think the film suffers from sacrificing clarity for jump scares and immersive confusion. A related but better touch is that the ongoing hurricane makes it hard for the characters to hear each other, which also makes it hard for them to find each other.

Crawl also cheats a little too much. The alligators’ capabilities tend to wax and wane depending on what any given scene needs. If a tertiary character is on a boat, that boat can get boarded by an alligator pirate; if our protagonist is on it, it’s safe ground. If the film wants a pulse-pounding sequence of Haley doing an underwater swim for her life, then alligators can hunt by sight; if it wants to pivot to the quieter tension of father, daughter, and dog wading through chest-high water and trying to splash around too much, then the alligators only listen for the sound of splashing.

Nevertheless, while this can’t be the B-movie masterpiece I want it to be, it’s a good time. More importantly, it’s a gator-filled time. You have gators bursting into shots like the Kool-Aid Man. Gators lurching up onto a motorboat in the background of a shot, turning a bloody chow-down of a death into a laugh-out-loud moment. A baby gator hatches from an egg. Gators go into barrel rolls. They get stabbed with flares. They plunge head-first into cages. They are gators gone wild, and I’m sorry if you’re sick of seeing the word “gator” by now, but the bad news is that I’m not nearly sick of typing it.

Some of the action sequences are also fun and tense. A personal favorite—I like to think of it as the Amnesia: The Dark Descent scene—is where Haley has to navigate her flooded kitchen in a twisted game of “don’t touch the floor, the floor’s hot gators,” and Scodelario gets to show off her athleticism as she leaps and swings around the room. I also love her managing to trap a gator in the shower. It’s worth noting that both of these moments have her outside the unnavigable crawlspace and are instead in well-lit, clearly laid-out, familiar spaces where we know what she’s working with. Now that’s how you do it.

Crawl is streaming on Tubi, Paramount+, and Fubo.

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