The Intruder: A damp, messy island mystery

Is this thing worth your time?

If you're into dusty, low-budget relics from the early talkie era, maybe. It’s for the folks who get a kick out of shaky sets and people yelling over crashing waves. If you need pacing that makes sense or actors who don't look like they're reading cue cards off a nearby tree, you’ll probably hate it. 🚢

The whole thing starts on a cruise ship that seems to be made of cardboard and pure bad luck. There’s a murder, there’s a storm, and then—whoops—the ship sinks. It’s all very sudden. Almost like the writers just wanted to get everyone off the boat and into the jungle as fast as possible.

Island life, but make it stressful

Once they hit the island, the movie turns into this weird, humid guessing game. You’ve got this group of survivors looking disheveled, and you’re supposed to figure out which one is the murderer. The problem is, they all seem kind of annoyed to be there. Can you blame them?

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There’s a moment where a character stares into the jungle foliage for way too long. It felt like the actor forgot their line or maybe saw a craft services tray off-camera. It’s these little glitches that make the movie feel human, in a weird, broken way. 🌴

The dialogue is something else. It’s clipped. It’s dramatic. It sounds like everyone is trying to win a contest for who can sound the most suspicious while soaking wet. It’s not exactly Personal Maid in terms of polish, but it’s got a certain grit.

• The storm effects are basically just a guy throwing buckets of water at a camera lens.
• The jungle looks suspiciously like a backyard in California.
• Nobody ever seems to get hungry, despite being stranded.

Honestly, the best parts are when the movie just gives up on trying to be a mystery and leans into the chaos. It’s not trying to be a profound meditation on anything. It’s just trying to fill an hour or so, and it does that just fine.

It’s nowhere near as strange as Felix the Cat Switches Witches, obviously, but it has that same 'made on a Tuesday' energy. You can almost feel the dust on the film reel. It’s messy, it’s short, and it’s completely unpretentious. Sometimes that’s enough. 🕵️‍♂️