I Think We’re Alone Now answers the cry of Peter Dinklage fans everywhere. It puts Dinklage front-and-center in a narrative where he’s convinced he’s the last man on Earth, until, of course, he isn’t. However, the Dinklage dream starts to unravel when it becomes apparent that this script does nothing near justice to his talents.
The concept is a good one: follow a man who is perfectly content to do his thing in a post-apocalypse and make the arrival of a young, borderline manic-pixie-dream-girl (Elle Fanning) a nightmare. Unfortunately, Mike Makowsky’s script doesn’t do much of anything from there. The slate is blank, but the story takes no chances. It’s frustrating, and worse, it’s often boring.
I Think We’re Alone Now is a complete failure, it’s that it seems content to be mediocre. The central performances are good and the shots are often beautiful — thanks, no doubt, to director Reed Morano playing the role of cinematographer herself — but the story leaves all of it wanting. With a narrative that’s so sparse, the audience needs something to latch on to, some reason to stay engaged even when we’re going nowhere. Most unfortunately, I Think We’re Alone Now chooses to give us a forced and uncomfortable romantic thread instead of making use of the atmospheric situation.
This concept deserves more, as does this cast. But the happy takeaway is that Reed Morano, who has helmed some exceptional episodes of peak television, has a keen eye, more yet to say, and some good opportunities on the horizon. Here’s hoping she reunites with Dinklage in an effort that gives them both much more to do.