The latest installment in the “A Quiet Place” franchise takes an interesting yet noteworthy sidestep within the world created by John Krasinski and Michael Sarnoski. Where the first movie shook the apocalyptic landscape to the core through the gaze of a family in crisis, grief, and fractured unity, evoking deep emotional reactions from its audience (and marking one of the best horror features released in 2018 for this reviewer), its follow-up arguably fell short. It followed the family dynamic, then searched for refuge via the ambiguous Emmet (Cillian Murphy). As good as Murphy is, the franchise was missing a little depth and, in doing so, trod familiar ground—still softly, mind you.

Now, in its third installment, “A Quiet Place: Day One” turns the dial back to the initial astronomical event that would bring about the invasion of the blind extraterrestrial creatures, who, despite not having an official name, go by the moniker Death Angels.

This premise makes one sit up, ready to dive back into the franchise with the hopes that it would signal more from these terrifying creatures… and yet… and yet.

As the feature begins, we’re presented with the ailing Samira (Lupita Nyong’o – “Us“), who is terminally ill with cancer, living in a hospice on the outskirts of New York with her service cat, Frodo. What I love about this notion is that we’re presented with a character who faces death daily, never knowing when her last breath will be, even poetically counting down her prediction in a prose she keeps in her notebook. When Samira travels to New York with her fellow hospice patients to see a marionette show, she comes face-to-face with an evil that has most of the human race running for their lives. Samira, however, only has one thought on her mind: to have pizza in Harlem, where her memories of listening to her father play the piano reside. This kernel drive epitomizes Samira’s character, knowing her time is near, she isn’t fearful of the end but wants to meet her maker on her own terms. It’s a performance that ebbs and flows through every ounce of energy as Samira struggles to hold onto the strength to see her through to the end—a performance that Nyong’o excels in, captivating the audience with every subtle change in her expressions throughout the movie.

Thrown into the mix is a lost English law student, Eric (Joseph Quinn – “Stranger Things“), who, like the audience, is drawn to the headstrong Samira for salvation amidst the anarchy that rains down around them. To Quinn’s credit, he delivers a credible performance to balance against Nyong’o’s and, at certain parts, provides the heart and empathy when Samira needs it most. But it is the strength of Samira’s will that supports their journey, often providing the rod to Eric’s back, juxtaposing her own declining health.

All this about performance, but what about those pesky Death Angels, I hear you cry… I mean whisper. Unfortunately, they almost become secondary to the narrative, and when they do appear, it is more of a swarm than a slow creeping dread. While this has an effect of its own, it never quite measures up to its predecessors. This could be forgiven to a degree, as I mentioned Nyong’o is phenomenal in this, but by relying too much on the humanity of the piece, the narrative suffers under the weight of the slow middle act.

The Prognosis:

While writer/director Michael Sarnovski does his best to add another chapter to the universe, and it’s clear to see where the film draws inspiration from “Children of Men” with its visual style, the slow pace tends to stretch a little thin and grows tedious. The film is owned by Lupita Nyong’o, though, who is able to captivate and engage with every interaction, drawing you in and keeping you hooked to her performance, wishing for the road to survival to be fruitful.

• Saul Muerte