The life of an intelligent and ambitious professor, who plans for making a new discovery, has been changed completely, when he uses his student to perform the experiment, the thing that brings terrible for them.
The Quiet Ones is a pretty ironic title for a horror film whose primary scare tactic is to periodically crank up the volume, sending the needle to the red with a sudden spike in the decibel levels.
A retro possession story that will wind up being best remembered for its groovy '70s setting (lots of mutton-chop sideburns and T. Rex and Slade songs on the soundtrack) and a deliciously sinister performance from Jared Harris.
"The Quiet Ones" is rated PG-13, but it's scarier than R-rated gorefests, like "Proxy," "Nurse 3D," and "American Mary." Anyone can create disgust; creating slowly-building disquiet is entirely another proposition.
"The Quiet Ones" is elegant genre work, and Harris' performance is delightful - over the top, but delightful - his annunciation alone worth the price of admission.