And then we start to wonder if it’s maybe not so much the place he’s interested in but the beautiful Annie herself. And then he finds it really hard to let the place go. (I mean, it’s Napa, and the house sells for upwards of $3 million, but still.) Charlie has an attachment to the home - it’s where his wife died, after all - so at first he finds it hard to let the place go. Here, Quaid plays Charlie Peck, a widower who sells his spacious Napa Valley home to Scott and Annie Howard (Michael Ealy and Meagan Good), a young city couple who are unused to all the huntin’ and buildin’ and jes-droppin’-in that happens in the countryside. This is not actually the first time Quaid has played a horror villain, of course - over the course of a prolific career that stretches across five decades, he’s dabbled in just about everything - but it does feel like a turning point of sorts. So it’s high time Quaid truly embraced the role of a real horror-movie psycho, and the key pleasure of Deon Taylor’s recently released The Intruder lies in watching the actor bounce among extremes of charm, anxiety, chumminess, and madness. It’s why he made for such a good Jerry Lee Lewis in Jim McBride’s underrated biopic Great Balls of Fire and why he was so irresistibly, infuriatingly sexy as the corrupt-cop hero of that same director’s hit neo-noir, The Big Easy. He was the jock who might just snap your neck from joy, whose capacity for heroism and magnetism was seemingly matched by a potential for chaos. Back in his prime, many of the films that used him best took advantage of this, tempering his manly appeal with a hint of frantic menace, a sense that this lively guy didn’t quite have things under control.
There’s always been something a little manic about Dennis Quaid.
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