Lights Out

There are scares from the off in the short, punchy horror Lights Out, adapted by the director David F Sandberg from his short film.

The thrills are well orchestrated in a flick that knows not to outstay its welcome.

In its own deeply contrived way, the film is just as frightening as you want it to be.

Lights Out is a decent conceit stretched till it snaps, tied back together with feeble wisps of story, and re-stretched so dimly and often you'll mainly be craving the illumination on your watch dial.

A lean, mean scare-machine, and a surprise contender for horror of the year. Seek it out. Then, for God's sake, buy a bedside lamp.

As far as thrills and chills go, Sanberg's feature-length debut revels in both of them, making this a spooky little endeavor I'm frightfully happy to say I enjoyed.

Excellent jump scares forgettable characters but Palmer is great!

It does employ a few all-too-familiar tricks, but they certainly don’t undercut the many things the film deserves credit for.

While Sandberg orchestrates a few sequences of heavy tension, Lights Out doesnt quite click or retain a place in our minds after the end credits.

What Lights Out desperately needs is someone with a vision for the film, not just a career.