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By Neil Young / The Hollywood Reporter

Gimmicky ‘Purge’ void of distinction

Characters are frequently urged to “release the beast” in The Purge, a high-concept home-invasion shocker set in a future where one night a year, all crime is legal.

But what should be a clammy exercise in claustrophobic, queasy tension becomes, in the hands of writer-director James DeMonaco, an underpowered compendium of over-familiar scare tactics and sledgehammer-subtle social satire. The nightmarish premise may well rustle up a decent opening weekend for a picture that comes with the imprimatur of producer Michael Bay before the lukewarm word of mouth hastens its trip to DVD and VOD.

The hostiles-in-the-house subgenre is, of course, ideal for small-screen viewing, turning the comforting spaces of the home into shadowy hiding places for miscreants.

Five years ago, Bryan Bertino’s The Strangers opened one weekend earlier to reap healthy returns, and DeMonaco tips his hat to that film by having his psychopaths also don spooky masks.

But where Bertino scored by keeping external details to an absolute minimum, DeMonaco overloads The Purge with all kinds of back story, mostly delivered via TV-news broadcasts. It’s 2022, and in the United States, crime and poverty have dwindled drastically since the election of the “New Founding Fathers” — presumably in 2014.

This thinly veiled fictional version of the tea party (“a nation reborn!”) wasted no time in introducing The Purge, a nationwide catharsis, which runs for 12 hours starting at 7 p.m. on March 21, during which time the violent, even homicidal unleashing of rage is encouraged as a patriotic duty.

While the plausibility of such an extreme scenario springing up in less than a decade is debatable, more feasible is the accompanying boom in private security spending as citizens who can afford to barricade themselves into their homes do so. This lines the pockets of folks like security-biz entrepreneur James Sandin (Ethan Hawke), who has equipped his own sprawling residence with the latest intruder-repelling tech.

But no “lockdown” is airtight, and the Sandin family find themselves under siege when they provide sanctuary to a homeless man (Edwin Hodge). This unnamed, injured fellow is first seen fleeing a well-heeled lynch mob led by a preppy individual identified in the credits as “Polite Stranger” (Rhys Wakefield).

The Purge never threatens to become more than the sum of its various parts, however. And it’s frustrating that while we hear about the horrors unfolding elsewhere in the country, all we see is brief glimpses of surveillance-camera footage that hint at unbridled savagery. Instead, DeMonaco seldom strays beyond the thresholds of the Sandins’ mansion, with characters forever wandering in the dark down long corridors or through different rooms.

Jolts tend to be of the “boo!” and “he’s behind you!” variety, their impact lessened rather than amplified by Sebastian Sheehan Visconti’s crash-bang sound design. Violence and bloodshed are somewhat restrained given the R rating. DeMonaco seems more engaged by the bluntly allegorical aspects of a tale where America has been segregated into secure “haves” and terrified “have-nots.”

MOVIE RATING

The Purge

Rated R, 85 minutes.

Opens Friday.