Kidnapped
From the opening shot of a bound, prostrate man struggling to breathe with a bloody plastic bag over his head, the Spanish thriller Kidnapped declares that it isn’t kidding around. Miguel Ángel Vivas’ home-invasion drama joins a subgenre well-populated by the likes of Desperate Hours, Funny Games, Panic Room, and The Strangers, and while Kidnapped doesn’t add anything substantially new to the tradition, Vivas hits his marks with ruthless efficiency. He begins with the family: cheery, well-to-do couple Fernando Cayo and Ana Wagener and their huffy teenage daughter, Manuela Vellés. Then he moves them into a house—one of those remote, stylish abodes where seemingly every wall contains an enormous window that a potential assailant could smash through, preferably after emerging out of the darkness in the back of the frame. And when those kidnappers appear, they grow less organized and less stable with each passing minute, such that a simple request for money turns into an awful mess.