Mjeteconer Just perfect...

Console best movie i've ever seen.

Voxitype Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.

Logan By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

ashleynwaldron I watched this movie only because I'm a huge Norman Reedus fan, and this was one of the few movies of his I hadn't seen.One of the biggest problems with this movie was the pace. It spends forty minutes just showing Senga (mom) and Nat (daughter) bickering and arguing, which definitely does nothing to endear Nat to the audience. Then it briefly picks back up... only to slow down again. This definitely isn't something I'd watch on TV, just because I probably ended up skipping through an hour of this hour and forty five minute long movie.Another problem was actually -and I hate to say it- Norman Reedus's character of the 'Recovery Man'. He pulls the role off well, but... well, there really wasn't enough of a role for him to do much with. He follows the group along, okay, so far so good... But then you get the impression that he's been following them for years as a tow-truck driver, but never gets anywhere, and just happens along Senga and Nat, and decides to sort of follow them, but not really. Then finally at the end, just as his character starts to get sort of interesting, boom. Movie over.Also, as far as this being a horror, or thriller... There really was no substance to it at all. There's nothing remotely scary, or even chilling. The camera work was amazing, and did give off a creepy vibe, but the story itself was... very blagh, is the only thing I can think of.Normally, I would say not bad for it's genre, but again, it really doesn't fit into a genre... Comparatively speaking, it wasn't horrible (especially compared to some of the trash passing itself off as good cinema lately) but it just didn't do anything for me. Again, it was more of a 'when is something interesting going to happen?' rather than 'what's going to happen?'.

Coventry Ah, the adorable Mrs.Stowe… I sure miss the late 80's/early 90's, back when she was an elite member of the chosen few actresses club (alongside Linda Fiorentino, Lara Flynn Boyle and Sherilyn Fenn) who's every new film became instant priority-viewing on my movies' list. I wonder if she herself regrets the glorious days of "China Moon", "Blink" and "Unlawful Entry" are gone forever, especially now that she has to appear in below par and allegedly 'hip' new horror movies like this dreadfully irritating "Octane". This film is, briefly put, a big fat steaming & smelly pile of utter garbage. The story makes no sense whatsoever, the terribly slow built up atmosphere of mysteriousness leads absolutely nowhere, the "villainous" characters are pathetic & all but menacing and there's a seriously frustrating shortage of gore and sleaze. The ravishing Madeleine Stowe plays the uptight mother of an equally ravishing teenage girl (Mischa Barton) and the two are on a long and nightly homeward car journey. Things heat up when mommy forbids her daughter to go to a music concert and, bang, the girl promptly runs off with a bunch of rebellious teenagers in a giant truck. The fact she wanders off with complete strangers is already quite implausible, especially in this day and age, but the script even gets sillier when the strangers turn out to be members of some sort of bizarre cult. I think it's even hinted that they are a modern type of vampires, but that's never really confirmed. And then it even gets more retarded when literally everyone on the highway appears to be involved in this fiendish organization, including a female police officer and random motor home people in a restaurant. Stephen Volk's screenplay is truly unimaginative, borrowing even elements from 70's chillers like "Race With The Devil", Marcus Adams' direction is totally uninspired (not at all stylish, like some reviews I encountered dare to proclaim) and you know you're in trouble when someone without charisma like Jonathan Rhys Meyers is supposed to play an evil personified type of character referred to as The Father. Give me a break. "Octane" is a pretentious, pitiable and miserable excuse for a thriller, and if you have idea what good film-making is about you'll stay the hell away from it.

Paul Andrews Octane starts late one night as Senga Wilson (Madeleine Stowe) is driving her daughter Natasha (Mischa Barton) home, en-route they have a big argument at a rest stop & Natasha storms off in a mood with some people in a camper-van. Senga thinks Natasha has been kidnapped & tries to get the police involved but they don't believe her, Senga decides to pursue the camper-van on her own in an attempt to get her daughter back...Known under the title Pulse on DVD in the US this English Luxembourg co-production was directed by Marcus Adams & if truth be told it's a bit of a mess but it's an intriguing mess which I actually enjoyed watching even if it did leave me somewhat frustrated. Stephen Volk who wrote the script has apparently gone on record as saying Adams re-wrote large parts of it, changing important plot points & altering character's so maybe that accounts for some of it's faults. On a basic level as the viewer I found Octane quite intriguing, it has an engaging premise full of mystery which is supposed to keep us guessing until the very end which to be fair it does but unfortunately it also keeps you guessing after the end because after a good 60 odd minutes it all falls apart & the ending is a bit of jumbled up mess. Who the people are that took Natasha is never fully revealed, why they carry around flasks of blood is never made clear either, why they are trying to seduce Natasha in wind tunnel in a huge car factory is seemingly put in there at random & makes no logical sense to anything. Then there's the odd revelation that the Father knows that Senga tried to abort Natasha while she was pregnant, how did he know this? The whole film feels like it's only half finished, there are some good ideas here which are just either left hanging in the air or never expanded upon in any satisfactory way. It's a bit of a mess but it's a mess I quite liked, had all the ideas been fleshed out better in a more coherent script Octane could have been great but as it is it isn't.Director Adams films with style & Octane looks good but he should have spent a bit more time on sorting his script out so it made sense. There's no gore here apart from a scene when someone pierces their bellybutton & when someone slices their own tongue with a razor blade, there's no nudity either. At under 90 minutes it short enough & I liked the character's but in the end there's too many unanswered questions which left me frustrated & annoyed. The musical score was provided by Paul & Phil Hartnoll collectively better known as Orbital.With a supposed budget of about $11,500,000 this was a well funded film & it's very well made with high production values. Set in America but filmed in Luxumbourg, nothing quite looks or feels right in that respect. The acting is alright, Stowe is particularly good in this.Octane is probably one of those love it or hate it films for most people, it will either capture your imagination & you will love it or it will leave you so frustrated & annoyed you'll hate it. Just to totally contradict myself I'm probably between the two, I was impressed with the ideas behind it & how it unfolds but was left disappointed by a terrible ending which makes little sense.

Pampkeen Do not watch this one its so bad... Octane got me hooked on the first minute and then... just lost it. Worst movie top something for sure! Mischa should not be on this one! She's too good for this sh*t. I don't get whats real and whats not. I don't see the point. Its stupid and with a stupid ending also. Lost time watching it. Movies like this shouldn't be allowed to come out and make people lose time by getting them. "Vampire Clan" is the worst movie ever top 1 but this one is close to suck that much. Maybe the whole movie is in another dimension and they just forget to tell us, the pills that Nat's mother takes are the reason for the whole thing... ahah, nothing makes sense.