Nicolas Cage and Nicole Kidman star as a husband and wife who seemingly lead an idyllic, luxurious life in a beautiful mansion. Their world is shattered as cold-blooded intruders ransack their supposedly impenetrable sanctuary and hold them hostage whilst searching for the diamond haul of a lifetime. But how do they know so much about the couple? And what are they really looking for?
Nicolas Cage lovers are in for a treat here; the other 98% of the world (that’s excluding his mum and his fan) are in for another completely wooden and droning performance as he plays Kyle Miller, a diamond broker whose family are endangered when a sudden home invasion greets him upon a return from a trip abroad.
Nicole Kidman plays Kyle’s wife Sarah who the invading thugs hold ransom, to which Cage responds by trying to distract her assailants with talk of their private lives and pasts; lots of shouting and screaming ensues, and I mean a lot.
From the director of The Number 23 (2007), a film with a vague amount of intrigue and tension right up until the denouement, Trespass decides to give all that a miss entirely and instead fills it’s runtime with moments intended to ‘shock’ that any audience would spot a mile off and barely passable tense moments as Kidman tries, unsuccessfully, to escape her captors. The relationship between the lead characters is as vapid and false as that of lovers in a pornography and within the first ten minutes I simply knew I couldn’t care less what happened to either of them; or their spoilt brat of a daughter either.
The best way to describe this movie is to tell you that it gave me a headache; Cage’s ridiculously grating voice, coupled with the copious amount of shouting and the incredibly fragile plot simply made Trespass eighty-five minutes of my life I will never get back, if I could give it less stars I would.