This starts out so well-- with grand acting and a tone alike the early films of Roman Polanski--yet sadly descends into trendy gimmicks and tactics. Despite the roaming photography that's so superb it's pure auteurism, the editing resolving around its middle and end turn renders it only a twist movie, when it should have taken from the films of lore to be properly disturbing, tragic, and emotional. What a pity.
The most annoying movie-retard ever. And if you think that's insensitive, you should see this film and it's portrayals of the mentally and terminally ill. There's a plot twist at the end that's like "Ooh! Not everything is what it seems" but really who gives a fuck when you've spent the previous 80 minutes mocking the audience's intelligence with a story so beyond belief?