whether it's the odd directorial tic of freeze-framing during moments of violence - perhaps intended to suggest a sort of rage-induced blackout, but which feels like a projector glitch - or the offputting cadence shifts in editing
The Call cribs from so many other psychological thrillers that it might as well be called "The Girl With the Lovely Bones Cellular Silence of the Lambs''
it's careless storytelling - and unfortunately, it's typical of the bizarre choices and the lazy, sloppy structure that inform the last 20 minutes of the film
as much as the film tries to extend itself beyond the boilerplate thriller formula - distressed damsel, twisted psycho, clock ticking - a flawed script and a less than persuasive villain undermine the effort