The trouble with this kind of fractured narrative type of 'thriller' is that as an audience member, you find yourself so wrong-footed at every turn that you just stop investing yourself in the characters. In the jumbled emotional arc that ensues you wind up just letting the pictures wash over you in style at the expense of substance mode. At least then some pretty decent cinematography, but no images startling enough to really justify their own existence.
I'm not really having much of a scary time at the cinema of late, this time from having kept tame ants and eaten live spiders for fun and reputation. I'm left thinking big deal!
Interesting to note that this is the second Kenneth Cranham film in which I can recall Delusional Parasitosis. Guess he's getting type cast!
I'm not really having much of a scary time at the cinema of late, this time from having kept tame ants and eaten live spiders for fun and reputation. I'm left thinking big deal!
Interesting to note that this is the second Kenneth Cranham film in which I can recall Delusional Parasitosis. Guess he's getting type cast!