Under the Bed does not make a decent early introduction. The film starts with grieved rebel Neal Hausman (Jonny Weston) arriving home from two years in the insane asylum after the passing of his mom in an appalling flame. He and his dad (Peter Holden) have a too calm discussion in the auto which prompts a major homecoming scene where Neal protests and apprehensions his way through meeting a pack of individuals. So far a solid DTV feel saturates every last bit of Under the Bed. From the acting (Peter Holden is particularly awful as the father) to the overcompensated music, to the cinematography, to the exchange, the film observably misses the mark concerning common element gauges.
Stay with it, be that as it may, and Under the Bed forms into something of a minor diamond. Case in point, Neal’s extreme, defiant outside, while absolutely false and eye-move commendable, tackles an alternate importance once we take in more about his backstory. What’s more, the influenced parts of it fall away through and through once we perceive how he connects with his young sibling and the film at last uncovers itself as a loathsomeness story for and about kids.