Nightwatch nails the atmosphere. Definitely an interesting premise, but it all falls apart the closer to the end you get. Which is too bad because I couldn't think of a better setup for an urban tale of paranoia. Lone man in a creepy, isolated place. Especially given that before I was born - my father was a overnight security guard stationed at a mental hospital. Had to patrol the hospital. The outside ground. Do rounds. It was not his favorite job. A creepy story or two came from working there.
So as me and my father sat down for this - we were quite interesting in seeing where this story would go. There was so many possibilities, but that's where our interest left because soon this movie was settling into the comfortable groove of predictability with the cliché formula of 'people dying and the main character is the chief suspect'. Sigh.
We meet this guy's best friend early on. He's semi-wacko at least from my perspective. He's wild, weird, unpredictable and gross. So naturally he's either a huge red herring or he just got my early vote for the perverted sexual killer.
Things progress. We're given little snippets of factual information that pass as sly attempts at clues and then suddenly this best friend is mature, calm and in other words completely different than forty minutes ago. So he takes a back seat in the race for the perverted sexual killer and we're left with finding out who is. When at this point the movie has worn out it's welcome the premise and atmosphere allowed.
I firmly believe this could have turned out better.
So as me and my father sat down for this - we were quite interesting in seeing where this story would go. There was so many possibilities, but that's where our interest left because soon this movie was settling into the comfortable groove of predictability with the cliché formula of 'people dying and the main character is the chief suspect'. Sigh.
We meet this guy's best friend early on. He's semi-wacko at least from my perspective. He's wild, weird, unpredictable and gross. So naturally he's either a huge red herring or he just got my early vote for the perverted sexual killer.
Things progress. We're given little snippets of factual information that pass as sly attempts at clues and then suddenly this best friend is mature, calm and in other words completely different than forty minutes ago. So he takes a back seat in the race for the perverted sexual killer and we're left with finding out who is. When at this point the movie has worn out it's welcome the premise and atmosphere allowed.
I firmly believe this could have turned out better.