I am sure we have all heard of A Quiet Place at this point. The truth is I didn’t really like it. Not as much as everyone else seems to have. It was mostly an okay movie with a lot of gaping holes made even more wobbly by the blind praise it’s been given.
To be honest, parts of the movie didn’t sit well with me. But then other parts really stuck out. And maybe that disparity alone made the English major start flexing and I started to think about what I wanted the movie to be about — since people were insisting it was about something. So this is my reading of A Quiet Place as a feminist desperate to like A Quiet Place.
(Please note that SPOILERS WILL FOLLOW. You have been warned.)