There’s hardly any dialogue in the surprisingly effective new alien thriller No One Will Save You, which has things to say about guilt and feelings of isolation along with delivering alien thrills. Brynn (Kaitlyn Dever) lives alone in the house where she grew up, nursing the loss of her mother and her childhood friend Maude, to whom she still writes letters. One night, an alien comes to visit, getting around on tippy-toes that look like thumbs. Brynn spends much of the movie trying to hide from, escape, and otherwise evade the aliens. The movie’s title refers to the fact that everyone in her small town has turned on her. Brynn is on her own.
Brian Duffield (Spontaneous) has written and directed No One Will Save You with a healthy respect for odd sounds as well as silence. Brynn is alone most of the time and trying to keep quiet, so it makes sense for there to be (almost) no dialogue. The movie works as a creature feature, albeit one in which we’re not quite sure what the aliens want — but then again, neither is Brynn. She’s sure, however, that they intend something ominous and nasty. They’ve seemingly already taken over the bodies of some folks in town, steering them awkwardly towards Brynn, whose private pain they appear to find interesting. (Judging from this film and the recent Landscape with Invisible Hand, we humans are terrific entertainment for the gray men.)
The filmmaking, proceeding by image and sound alone, is nicely accomplished pure cinema. There wouldn’t be much of a movie, though, if Duffield didn’t have an expressive actor like Kaitlyn Dever at its center. Dever runs a fairly large spectrum of emotion here; her Brynn is human and flawed but tough when she needs to be. What happened between Brynn and Maude is something we don’t find out till near the end, and Dever conveys a feeling of a rock of sorrow sitting heavily in her stomach. We have no trouble reading Brynn emotionally, even if we share her confusion. Nobody stands around burping exposition. Brynn and we are on our own in this thorny narrative filled with chittering, weirdly articulated beasties, whose designs only become clear once we consider one of Brynn’s hobbies — recreating her town via little model houses.
Are we meant to take the movie’s events literally? There’s room for an interpretation that’s part 2001, part Bradbury’s “Mars Is Heaven.” The ending can therefore be viewed through a dark or rose-colored lens. No One Will Save You is the sort of mid-budget gem that’s all but disappeared from multiplexes; people want to credit Barbenheimer with rejuvenating the theatrical experience, but Barbie and Oppenheimer, aside from their qualities, were $100 million behemoths backed by major studios and corresponding marketing campaigns. So a trim, affecting movie like this one, which clearly wants to elicit emotions other than “boo!” scares (though it deals in those, too), has to premiere on the streaming service Hulu.
I can only hope that the movie, like Hulu’s equally deserving Prey, will emerge on physical media someday. It’s earned the chance to sit on shelves and in library collections, and I’d prefer it didn’t withdraw into the fog of Hulu back content after a month. It needs to be stumbled upon, discovered. The film isn’t anything radical or brilliant; it just devises a good story and tells it honestly, and isn’t that something we all miss? As for the ending, depending on one’s mood it could be taken as a cold shot or as a warming gift, and I’m in the mood to leave Kaitlyn Dever’s Brynn in a place happier than the one in which we met her.