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The virus suddenly seemed arbitrary when she saw Godzilla in her backyard

A Contaminated Feature…

In the wake of the success of such films as “28 Days (+Weeks) Later”, the “Resident Evil” trilogy, “I Am Legend”, “Cloverfield” and a trillion others – some good, some terrible – to come out and make another apocalyptic drama, where the threat is massive and unstoppable, seems to be a risky move, especially with literally no budget to supplement it. The novelty of those films’ relevance tends to quickly wear off, baring the so-called meat’n'bones that shape the film. Apart from the numerous nods to the current political chaos, the question is whether a film can stand on its own, with a strong plot to complement the dreary poignancy of post-9/11 imagery.
“Right at Your Door” cannot accomplish this. It tries hard, mind you, or rather insistently attempts to keep the tension level sky high using only dialogue between two people, trapped in a situation that first comes off as truly terrible and heart-wrenching, but gradually becomes more and more unbelievable as the film progresses.
It seems like just another typical L.A. day, when struggling musician Brad (the reliable Rory Cochrane) wakes up next to the sexy wealthy Lexi (Mary McCormack) (oooh, can you see the conflict building here?). She’s off to work; and then the film plunges right into its premise. Brad hears shocking reports on the radio about ‘dirty bombs’ going off in downtown L.A. His first priority is to get Lexi. The city emanating ominous black fumes in the background (hauntingly evoking 9/11), Brad races through the hilly neighborhood, trying to get through the panicking police.

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