“We are the Missing” is a terrifyingly real modern tale where personal nightmares, including loss of family and invasion of home, become viral content.
“People who are out of reach, they are not the only ones who are lost…we are the missing.”
Is there anything more terrifying than someone you love simply vanishing into the thin, with no clue where they went or what could have happened to them? You put up flyers, canvas neighborhoods, hope for help from the police, and obsessively search online in forums, social media, and internet records searches like USA People Search, desperately looking for a shred of evidence or a trace of your lost loved one. It’s nearly impossible to imagine.
We are the Missing is a mock-documentary horror film centered around the work of a 20-something filmmaker named Carter (Eleonora Poutilova), who is making a documentary about the Madisons. The Madisons are a typical American family living in the fictitious small town of D’Arcadia.
The divorced couple, John and Angie, have two daughters, Riley and Paige. John and Angie speak directly to the camera, explaining how their youngest, Riley, began using Exorcist-style profanity while at primary school. We learn that Riley also had a slightly creepy imaginary friend named “Mikey” (as “Captain Howdy” sounds a bit 1970s now).
Riley, now 22, has recently gone missing, having simply vanished one morning. Her parents and Riley’s best friend, Mackenzie Porter (Willow McGregor), have been desperately trying to find her.
Mackenzie manages to hack Riley’s Facebook page using “Mikey” as a password, only to receive creepy messages (“send nudes”). Meanwhile, online trolls have started sending abusive messages and accusing the family of looking for a quick buck from potential donations. There’s even a mention of the town’s resident ghost, Marvin Carven, the local boogeyman parents tell their children about to keep them out of the woods.
As it turns out, D’Arcadia may not be the small-town paradise it appears to be on the surface.
To make matters more terrifying, Riley’s parents also go missing, leaving their other daughter, Paige (the excellent Olivia Piercey), left to speak to Carter’s camera. She is understandably angry and disturbed by having to grow up without a family.
But her message is ominous: “My sister had secrets…”
Like a 21st-century version of Dracula, the story comprises clipped-together, non-chronological blog posts, and phone calls — the modern-day version of diary entries, letters, and newspaper clippings.
And in case this “real” life story about missing people isn’t disturbing enough, the film adds an extra layer of horror with a supernatural, Sixth Sense-style twist.
D’Arcadia’s residents are receiving creepy videos online and messages from dead people. One D’Arcadian laments in a Facebook post after receiving calls from her deceased father, “I don’t know who’s real and who’s not anymore.”
Residents blog about coming home from work to find the front door wide open daily and report getting creepy phone calls consisting of strange noises turning into voices. Eventually, the ghosts get bolder and permeate the town’s houses, causing the residents to stay inside as mass panic takes hold. Then the residents themselves start to disappear without reason.
As much as I enjoyed the film, there are some false notes struck.
One example is when Mackenzie is filmed going into the woods to find the fictitious Marvin Carven, believing he knows the whereabouts of Riley. She later mentions that a film crew is attempting to shoot a documentary about the fictitious wood-dweller, and there’s another sly Blair Witch reference later on. These moments take the viewer out of what is otherwise a very compelling and realistic film.
Missing can also, at times, feel too simplistic, especially when the viewer is prompted to recall clues from earlier on in the documentary.
There’s a point when Mackenzie’s sister April is told someone invisible is following her, called Mikey. If the audience has forgotten who this is in connection with Riley’s childhood friend, the segment of Riley’s parents mentioning it is replayed back in dramatic close-ups of black and white. It’s heavy-handed and unnecessary. However, it’s not hard to imagine that Carter, an inexperienced filmmaker and first-time documentarian, might employ this same tactic to tell her story. So it’s not too hard to forgive this.
Despite these few critiques and obvious budget limitations, writer/director Andrew J.D. Robinson has created an insightful, frighteningly real horror for the 21st century. In an era of expensive CGI and jump scares, it’s a refreshing reminder at just how much horror can be mined from a simple story that taps into very real fears.