There’s no little measure of incongruity in a film that unmistakably references Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, yet does not have any enthusiasm for human brain research. The savagely streamlined thriller Vacancy has a consummately wound scoundrel in Frank Whaley, the bespectacled proprietor of a roadside motel who preys on his visitors.
He resembles Anthony Perkins with overhauled innovation, a voyeur who tucks shrouded cameras into each edge of the “special first night suite” and fixes together beginner snuff movies with his veiled partners. Just in Vacancy, there’s no “mother” or even the faintest impression that an OK man of his word exists some place underneath his squirrelly outside. Whaley’s only a drag who’s into tormenting and slaughtering individuals, which is the greatest missed open door in a film that is extensively preferable made and acted over the greater part of its torment porn counterparts.