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Are You in the House Alone?

A spoonful of thriller makes the message go down.

I have a longstanding dislike of flash-forward openings, but the odd functionality of the start of the 1978 made-for-CBS movie Are You in the House Alone? earns my respect. There’s no reason to open a stalker thriller right after the worst thing to happen to its protagonist: as soon as we meet the bloodied high school student Gail (Kathleen Beller), we know that she’s been raped and that her assailant has told her no one will believe her. Once the narrative restarts, jogging back to before the incident, the audience knows that nothing Gail does will change her fate. It leads to some effective atmosphere—disturbing and contemplative in a leisurely ’70s way—but it jettisons the traditional tension of this kind of domestic thriller. I’m not wondering what will happen next, I’m wondering, in a leap ahead, what will happen after that. How do you end a thriller that begins at a horrible ending?

Are You in the House Alone?—or, as its excited opening credits would have it, Are You in the House Alone?!—answers that question two ways:

  1. with some of the most excruciatingly on-the-nose voiceover I’ve ever heard in my life, mere seconds after the much more effective line that should have been the ending, and
  2. by unzipping its thriller suit and revealing it was a social problem movie all along

Either of these answers could be a problem—again, (1) stomping on a near-perfect last line sticks in my craw—but (2), to my surprise, actually works. And it works because of that jarring cold open. The movie says what it’s about right from the start, and then it doesn’t become a thriller so much as use the conventions of one to open up a discussion. It’s a bit of a bait-and-switch, but in terms of smuggling a vital message into a 1978 TV movie, it’s pretty clever. There are audience members who would never have tuned in for The Accused (for example), and a network can nab them with a genre movie that then turns—purely by virtue of staying with the story a little longer—into a blunt but sensitive look at how society and the legal system handle rape victims. If you can root for Gail to survive, you can root for her to receive better, fairer treatment; if you can root for her, you can root for other survivors like her.

I think it’s interesting to see how message-driven fiction ticks and think about what makes certain pieces of it more effective than others (which is to say effective at all).1 But since it’s fair to point out, and bitterly so, that every single problem explored in this movie is still around, as pervasive as ever, it’s depressing to look only at how well this teaches lessons that too many still haven’t learned. It may have made a difference to someone, but I can’t prove it.

Luckily, I also like it. The free-floating suspicion generated by the prologue lets the movie make some subtler points about a “Schrödinger’s rapist” world: it breathes even more unease into otherwise typical, ubiquitous moments and tropes. Is Gail safe around the ex-boyfriend who is still openly pissed that she didn’t sleep with him? (And what will he do if he finds out she did sleep with new boyfriend Steve?) Can she accept a ride home from the photography teacher who assigns her to take “sexy” self-portraits and then emphasizes how much he likes them? Knowing there’s real danger emphasizes that these can all be danger signs.

The movie also has a deft, naturalistic touch for constructing some of its hangout scenes. A double-date discussion of Three Days of the Condor flows well, doing some load-bearing plot work without feeling stilted or unrealistic: it even picks up on the way most of the kids are all performing their opinions for each other, the way this kind of exchange, especially when it turns to romance or sex, lets people feel each other out. The story moves easily between its different “worlds”—both the adults and the teenagers have conversations that feel textured and authentic—and creates a separate sensation for Gail trying to navigate between those worlds. A scene where she has to look for her depressed, unemployed-and-hiding-it father in a restaurant’s bar has exactly the right awkwardness, for example. Beller’s body language highlights how unprepared Gail is to face this kind of adult despair. (Her parents are only marginally more prepared to handle her life.)

A lot of credit goes to the cast. Beller—her small face framed by a thick mane of hair—has the right vulnerability and determination; even before the plot happens, Gail has already had occasion to think over what she wants as opposed to what other people want of her, and that independence gives her both strangeness and steeliness. Blythe Danner and Tony Bill are both good as her parents, not so much loving-but-flawed as loving-but-real, with their own concerns and missteps. Alan Fudge strikes exactly the right ambiguous note as the photography teacher. And a young Dennis Quaid is striking in one of his earliest roles as Gail’s best friend’s rich-kid boyfriend, with all the confidence of privilege oozing out of his pores. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this role helped him get noticed.

I sat down to watch this because of the always enticing hook of creepy phone calls that may or may not be coming from inside the house. I’ll be going back to it again as an odd, unsettling drama, one that’s even more adept at uneasy slice-of-life than it is at big moments.

Are You Alone in the House? is streaming on Tubi and Amazon Prime.

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  1. I’m also drawn to anything that can fairly be described as “better than it needs to be,” so it’s not surprising that I liked this. ↩︎