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A date turns into thisisfine.jpg.

Christoper Landon, who once blessed an insufficiently appreciative world1 with Happy Death Day, takes a walk on the thriller side with (near-)chamber thriller Drop.

Violet (Meghann Fahy) is still emotionally bruised from a marriage that ended badly enough to merit a grim, gun-brandishing cold open. She’s a therapist who specializes in counseling other abuse survivors, but, inevitably, she’s tender and twitchy when it comes to taking her own advice. Still, she’s been talking online to handsome photographer Henry (Brandon Sklenar) for months now, and it’s time for that first date.

Henry picks a restaurant on the top floor of a glossily generic high-rise (The Game’s CRS could be operating on another floor), the kind of place that looks like it does terrific business lunches and subpar anything else. He’s also late, so Violet has to spend a couple minutes making small talk with the bartender (Gabrielle Ryan), the piano player (Ed Weeks), and a man waiting for his blind date (Reed Diamond). As far as establishing-the-playing-field scenes go, it’s not bad. The awkward corniness and unfunniness that comes when unpolished strangers endeavor to connect—or impress—feels right, and even though Drop’s genre isn’t a secret, for a while it really feels like Violet’s biggest problem tonight might be a date that can’t live up to her expectations, let alone her tentative hopes.

Then Henry arrives. Sklenar and Fahy have decent-if-unspectacular chemistry, but again, any sense of stiltedness works for their situation. This isn’t Before Sunrise, it’s two adults with baggage making a believable attempt to translate online closeness to in-person romance. Their carefulness with each other feels right, like each of them is running a series of compatibility checks. Okay, are we both equally annoyed by our improv-loving waiter (Jeffrey Self)? Do our senses of humor match up? Are we on the same page about kids?

Kid, in this case—Violet’s young son, Toby (Jacob Robinson). Violet has at least a flutter of a worry that Henry will think it’s too much for her to keep her phone on the table in case her babysitting sister (Violett Beane) needs her; Herny has a moment of alarm that bringing a Blackhawks hockey puck as a present for Toby seems more creepy than kind.

But really, they’re both overthinking it. It’s fine. The real problem is the series of ominous memes getting “dropped” to Violet’s phone. The trolling turns nightmarish when it comes with instructions to check her home’s security cameras—and, oh yeah, keep a straight face. Don’t give away that there’s anything wrong, even when you see a masked gunman lurking near your son.

The anonymous messages have some instructions for Violet, and there’s an actual purpose to it all that’s half-baked but sufficient. Don’t come to Drop for the explanation, though. The most fun the movie has is before the demands really escalate: Violet having to panic-grin her way through a first date with her son’s life on the line is darkly funny, and there’s a real agony to when her attempts to escape surveillance or get help are foiled in ways that make her evening even more awkward. Look, I’m sure that if I had a son, I wouldn’t like to see him get shot in the head, but my skin crawls off my body at the thought of having to be an inconvenient dick to waitstaff.

It does indeed boggle the mind that Henry doesn’t leave. The movie lampshades it, but even now, the best I can do is assume that it comes down to 1) Violet is hot, and 2) Henry is deeply into the sunk cost fallacy, and he didn’t spend all those months in her DMs to leave before dessert.

Drop isn’t reinventing the wheel, or even perfecting it, but it can still spin in a satisfying fashion and get you somewhere good. Occasionally I’m in the mood for just this kind of workmanlike thriller, especially when it involves an ordinary person forced into a contrived high-pressure situation. The film may not hold many surprises—Violet spends a lot of time trying to sleuth out who in the restaurant is monitoring her, but I don’t think any of you will have too much trouble guessing—but it still holds some narrative pleasures. (One of the biggest is how one character reacts, and commits, when they realize they have nothing left to lose.) And while it mostly looks like the direct-to-streaming movie it actually isn’t, there are some cool visual touches and one incredibly implausible action moment that made me laugh my ass off. I bet the theaters roared for that one, and sometimes that kind of dumb fun is what the movies are all about.

Drop is streaming on Peacock.

  1. Plenty of people did like Happy Death Day. (It got a sequel, after all.) But not enough of them! And not as much as I did! ↩︎
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