Excerpt: Half of ATM is effective. Stupid, but effective. It’s Christmas time so three co-workers visit a walled off ATM, and become trapped when a killer shows up outside. The first 40 or 45-minutes are spent wondering who the killer might be (it’s not the obvious) and why David (Brian Garaghty) chose to park half a mile out from the closed off machine. As a darkened face killer, complete with hood and face mask, it’s an interesting one.
Conclusion: As exciting as a deposit slip and as as suspenseful as the inputting of a PIN, ATM is the dumbest masked-killer movie I've seen in ages. ( Oh crap, it's a guy in a parka! said no one, ever.) Director David Brooks and screenwriter Chris Starling bungle the single-location thriller with unswerving carelessness, following a hole-filled plot to thoroughly unsatisfying conclusion.
Excerpt: No, the indie horror movie ATM is not about a psychotic automated teller that charges the steepest of convenience fees—your life!—but it isn’t much smarter than that premise, either. Written by Chris Sparling, who also penned the Ryan-Reynolds -in-a-coffin movie Buried , ATM attempts another tense, resourceful thriller in a single setting, stranding three people in an ATM kiosk with a killer outside.