The film begins with the most exciting film, where Rene, an unmarried divorced mother and her rebellious teenage son Ivan, is under surveillance at their home. But who is the person behind the hidden cameras collects all this information about the family, but the Rene's failure will pave the way for Rene's violent kidnapping, and a mysterious group will take her to a state-of-the-art lab for a series of horrific physical experiences.
Dreary, derivative and flat-out dopey, this dragged-out torture tale will disappoint even those whose hearts race whenever they see a female character strapped to a bed.
Not at all satisfying, and as the feature begins to unravel while pursuing impossible visual and storytelling goals, one begins to wonder if the basic atmosphere of suffering isn't feeding Shainberg's personal appetites.
A diluted interpretation of Aughts torture-porn with a film-student appreciation for Gaspar Noé's color palette, Rupture is a sci-fi abduction thriller that leaves little to be thrilled about.
Rupture falls into the very worst category a fim out of the horror genre can be found it: boring. It's wasted potential with a hint of creative bankruptcy, a sour martini that's flatter than week-old beer.
It's been 15 years since Shainberg's wonderful "Secretary" and 11 since his lesser, yet still interesting "Fur," but this film replaces his facility with gentle, peculiar inquisitions into fetishism with something much more generic.
