 
  Review by
        Eric Hillis
  Directed by: Bruce Goodison
  Starring: Nick Frost, Synnøve Karlsen, Luke Norris
 
    
    It's never good when a character in a movie tells a story and it turns
      out to be far more compelling than the actual movie itself. That happens
      early on in Black Cab. At a dinner to announce his engagement to his long-suffering girlfriend
      Anne (Synnove Karlsen), controlling shitheel Patrick (Luke Norris) relates an urban legend-esque tale of a woman driving home late at
        night and realising she's being followed by another car. It's a cracking
        piece of economical storytelling, filled with tension and boasting a
        terrifying denouement. It's everything Black Cab isn't.

    Far from pacey and economical, the effect of watching director Bruce Goodison and writer David Michael Emerson's supernatural thriller is like finding
        yourself stuck in rush hour traffic for 90 minutes. It gets off to an
        intriguing start that promises a fun ride but quickly runs out of
        narrative gas.
  
    Following their dinner party, Anne just wants to go home alone but
          Patrick insists on accompanying her. They hail a black cab and set
          off. The anonymous driver (Nick Frost, who is also credited as
        writing additional material with Virginia Gilbert) is
        initially jovial and chatty in that classic London cabbie manner. He
        even senses Anne's discomfort and offers to kick Patrick out of his cab.
        But things take a dark turn when the cabbie tasers Patrick with a
        cattle-prod, knocking him unconscious. Anne is bound in the backseat as
        the cabbie takes the couple to Maybell Hill, a stretch of road he claims
        is England's most haunted.

    For all its supernatural elements, Black Cab is essentially a survival thriller. As the audience, our
        motivation is to root for Anne to free herself from this desperate
        situation. But the film breaks a storytelling 101 rule by practically
        removing any hope that Anne might be able to escape. Any half-decent
        thriller sets up goals for the protagonist to aim for, as if the
        audience believes they're truly hopeless we simply stop caring. Anne is
        as hopeless a heroine as you could find, and the movie barely offers so
        much as a morsel of hope to keep us invested. She's literally tied up in
        the back of a cab being driven down a road with no other traffic for
        most of the run time, and the film barely teases any way in which she
        might get out of this predicament.
  
    With our protagonist practically out of the picture and doing nothing
        to disrupt the narrative, we're left to listen to the cabbie ramble on
        as he essentially explains the plot while glancing over his shoulder.
        You can see why Frost was drawn to the role as it allows him to indulge
        his usual comedy shtick while also giving him the opportunity to play an
        intimidating villain. He's very good in both aspects, but the more we
        learn about the character the more contradictory he becomes. Once we
        learn the cabbie's true motivation it just doesn't make sense that he
        would have been playing this scenario for laughs for so long.

    Every woman has a fear of getting into a cab with the wrong driver, so
        a movie with Black Cab's premise is onto a winner straight away. It's remarkable then that it
        fluffs its lines so badly and fails to exploit the claustrophobic
        tension of its initial setup. I'd wait for the next one if I were
        you.
  
   
      
        Black Cab is on Shudder from
          November 8th.
      
       
