I wished for something that would remind me of the greatness of Edgar Allan Poe’s works, but sadly, this is a copy. Inside of a copy, which is even more sad. If you have never read Poe, the plot and end of this film may seem enlightening, but despite that – overlooking Poe’s existance, even – this film lacks coherence and Cusack seems not to care about his acting. Nuh. See “Memories of Murder” instead, which is a really well-made serial-killer film.