High Tension (2003) Review
Sometimes, a twist can make a good horror all the better. Films like Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘Psycho,’ Bong Joon Ho’s ‘Parasite’ and Park Chan-wook’s ‘Oldboy’ each contain unexpected twists in their respective tales that heightens the impact of their narratives. However, tepid efforts like Joseph Ruben’s ‘The Forgotten,’ Sylvian White’s ‘I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer’ and many of M. Night Shyamalan’s offerings prove that not every story warrants a last-minute curveball. Sometimes, a predictable but well-executed scare is far better than a forced ‘gotcha’.
Alexandre Aja’s ‘Haute Tension’ (known in English as ‘High Tension,’ or by the far better title ‘Switchblade Romance’) falls into the latter category. It follows Marie and Alex, two friends on a trip through rural France, who are targeted by a vicious serial killer. What begins as a taut, brutal slasher with genuine suspense ultimately stumbles under the weight of a twist that strains both logic and patience.
Written alongside Grégory Levasseur, Aja’s film begins as a relentless, nerve-shredding experience, paying clear homage to the brutal, no-frills exploitation horrors of the 1970’s. Thriving on stripped-down simplicity, there’s little in the way of excess, just pure, unrelenting suspense. The kills are visceral, bloody and executed with a savage intensity that will satisfy even the most hardened horror fans.
For much of its runtime, the film is a masterclass in sustained dread. However, instead of delivering a knockout blow in the final act, Aja stumbles at the finish line. The film’s momentum comes to a screeching halt, derailed by a twist so absurd it retroactively undermines everything that came before it. Instead of elevating the horror, it forces one to re-evaluate the entire story- not with shock or awe, but with frustration and disbelief.
When this twist is finally revealed, it feels not only unnecessary but out of place, turning what had been a tense slasher into a convoluted mess betraying its earlier effectiveness. The carefully crafted atmosphere of dread is shattered, leaving viewers questioning the film’s logic and whether the horror was ever truly genuine. What had been a terrifying experience collapses under the weight of its own contrivance, and the emotional stakes feel cheapened.
This is only worsened by the fact that the characters themselves are thinly drawn, lacking the depth needed to make their fate feel truly impactful. With little to latch onto beyond the immediate terror of their predicament, the film struggles to sustain emotional investment once its central conceit begins to unravel.
In the end, despite a strong start, ‘High Tension’ becomes a cautionary tale about the dangers of forcing a twist into a story when there is no need for one. Having said that, it does contain some bloody brilliant scenes of gory grotesquerie. From its opening moments, the film throttles one with scenes of unrelenting brutality. The kills are savage, designed not just to shock, but to immerse you in a Thomas Hobbesian world where life is nasty, brutish and short.
Additionally, it is visually striking, with Maxime Alexandre’s stark cinematography contrasting the serene beauty of the French countryside with claustrophobic, blood-soaked interiors. This juxtaposition heightens the unsettling atmosphere, amplifying the film’s tension. Complementing this is François-Eudes Chanfrault’s minimalistic and urgent score, mirroring the narrative’s escalating terror. His use of songs by the likes of Muse and Ricchi e poveri also creates an ironic contrast, adding a layer of dark humour that deepens the film’s dissonance.
Furthermore, the performances are strong, especially that of Cécile de France as Marie. Her ability to shift between fear, determination and terror adds emotional depth to her character, making Marie a (mostly) relatable and sympathetic figure amidst the brutal violence. Her performance anchors the film, grounding the escalating chaos even as the narrative grows increasingly outlandish. She elevates the material, making the most out of Levasseur and Aja’s scant characterisation.
Maïwenn isn’t given much to do other than scream and cry in the role of Alex- though she does that quite brilliantly. In addition, Philippe Nahon makes for a most menacing and memorable villain, elevating a criminally (and perhaps purposefully) underwritten part.
Ultimately, Alexandre Aja’s ‘High Tension’ is a missed opportunity- a brutal ride sabotaged by its own twist. It bears comparison to Greg McLean’s far superior ‘Wolf Creek’, both following a similar premise of two women being stalked by a serial killer in a rural location. While ‘Wolf Creek’ excels in its seedy realism, sustained tension and pitch-black humour, Aja’s film falters with an unnecessary, convoluted twist that detracts from its terror. In the end, despite good performances, an evocative score and some creative scenes of bloodshed, it is high tension in name only.