The Wolf Hour is not what it appears at face value. It is an insight, a warning if you like, for the dangers of Technology. And a metaphor for the type of world that the digital realm has allowed to create.

How easy it is, to stay inside to avoid the dangers of the world outside. The world beyond the voices on the intercom. The longer she stays in, of course, the more anxiety is created. A self perpetuating loop. The deeper she goes, the worse it gets. Until every interaction is embued with a threat.

When she finally emerges, it couldn't be at a worse time. A blackout. A riot. A world gone insane. And yet, despite all her fears, she is unharmed. Her fear is the only real danger.

There are many who live this way already. And as the years go by and we disappear more and more into the online world, the less we have to face the real one. Some are growing up unable to truly converse with others. They have not learnt to go through that awkward period in adolescence when we must face the world and overcome our insecurities in order to make our way through the world. Through employment and relationships. Overcoming those mostly groundless fears in order to become confident adults. How easy it is instead, to text our way through life, never having to meet people. Never having to be uncomfortable. As though the purpose of life is to always be 'comfortable.' Never face any fears at all.

We too, can stick to the safety of our couches and our beds and keep the wolves at bay. Or so we think...

Until one day, when the world we thought we could control, comes crashing down and we are forced to face the wolf.

June Leigh (Naomi Watts) is a successful author out of money. She has become agoraphobic in her hot NYC tenement. There is a serial killer on the loose that targets women who look like she does. And there is a guy ringing her buzzer and never answers. Repeat for 90 minutes with an occasional visitor.

Very boring.

Guide: F-word.Implied sex. Nudity (Naomi Watts)

June (Naomi Watts) was once a known counterculture figure, but that was a long time ago, before she cut herself off from the outside world. Now, she now lives alone in her South Bronx apartment as the "Summer of Sam," escalating violence and brutal summer heat threaten to turn New York City into sheer terror.

This was written and directed by Alistar Banks Griffin, the second of his films after 2010's Two Gates of Sleep.

A lot of people ask me if I ever just shut down on a movie, knowing how many bad films I watch. I would trade nearly every direct to WalMart movie I watch this year for this film, a ponderous and doddering odyssey into one woman's sophomore slump and need to never leave the house.

This movie had that moment I dread the most: I pressed pause to see how much more time the film had, thinking that it had to be nearly over. It was only twenty minutes in to its run time. I stuck it out for a little longer. Becca could take no more.