Right At Your Door is an intimately mounted low-budget picture that plays on one's fears in a post 9/11 world, yet leaves the viewer more exasperated than compelled in its state of shock.
It centers on a live-in couple Lexi (Mary McCormack) and unfulfilled musician Brad (Rory Cochrane) just beginning to enjoy their new modest L.A. Silver Hills area home. A series of dirty bombs detonate over the city as the business woman in Lexi struggles to get home, being contaminated by a snowfall of toxic ash. Brad is protected in the home with a handyman neighbor (Tony Perez), and if the increasingly ill Lexi is allowed through, their health could be compromised, too.
Chris Gorak's film is a grabber at the outset and does much with the chaos of such harrowing terrorism, but it seems to become personal and self-indulgent to the point of Lexi and Brad's raw nature becoming desperately irritating. The restlessness of it all is there to behold, but from the claustrophobic situation of this frazzled couple without kids or a pet it becomes too shrill.
McCormack and Cochrane do their best with the emotions that come with chilling urgency, even a glimmer of hope from the depths of gloom. But, they have been much better in other movies and instead provide a sense of detachment instead of something poignant and trenchant.
Gorak, an established designer and art director, does, however, bring a surreal, graying palette to the proceedings which really doesn't raise the pulse rate like it should. Some may find echoes of the unsettling events that have happened in places like London and Madrid. And, the authorities themselves prove to be more of a threat that strickens the survivors. Right At Your Door is vivid, yet repetitive and a grueling ordeal, just from some of the line readings.