P2

If in the end P2 contains few surprises, it's still a nice piece of polished escapism.

If it weren't for two excessively violent deaths, P2 could be termed a refreshingly old-fashioned thriller, one dependent on hairbreadth escapes and the pluck of its heroine.

If in the end P2 contains few surprises, it's still a nice piece of polished escapism.

If it weren't for two excessively violent deaths, P2 could be termed a refreshingly old-fashioned thriller, one dependent on hairbreadth escapes and the pluck of its heroine.

P2 doesn't crash and burn, but its finale is more generic than what the effective first hour leads us to hope for.

P2 doesn't crash and burn, but its finale is more generic than what the effective first hour leads us to hope for.

Swift and stealthy P2 is a canny exploitation of one of the urban woman’s greatest fears: the after-hours parking garage. Throw in a car that won’t start, a creepy security guard and a filmmaking team with perfect synchronicity, and the result is a minimalist nightmare.

Swift and stealthy P2 is a canny exploitation of one of the urban woman's greatest fears: the after-hours parking garage. Throw in a car that won't start, a creepy security guard and a filmmaking team with perfect synchronicity, and the result is a minimalist nightmare.

No two ways about it: The screenplay is derivative. But the location adds a little novelty to the standard-issue running and screaming.

Standard-issue slasher pic.