It all started out so well. Broke a cheap tracker movie "Ghoul". Let's go, let's go. But, seeing in the atmospheric introductory credits the name of executive producer Ben Wheatley, I realized – “Write is lost!”. Directly at: Brain Street.
The movie is not about vampires turned out, although it may seem in the prologue, where two detectives (exact copies of the British serial Holmes and Watson) investigate the circumstances of the murder of some unkillable victims (they say, at least three bullets in the chest burst, but continued to wander audaciously). One of the detectives (the one that is a copy of Martin Freeman) decides to find out more about the suspect in the murders Citizen Coulson and turns to his therapist under the guise of a depressive patient. But so in the process gets used to the role that the goal forgets and completely loses its face. Or not?
The chook didn't fail. Wheatley, taking up the support of a certain debutant Gareth Tanley, actually sponsored a remake of Lynch’s Highway to Nowhere. The same sudden mask shows, secret witchcraft plots, loss of identity, all one leading the path of O.J. Simpson. Except that the path is quite budgetary (the banquet of surrealism is canceled), like the benkin “Murders on the list”, and hectic. The first line, or reality, is represented by Tanli so fast that by the middle there is almost no doubt about its inadequacy. Especially since everything that happens in it really resembles a TV series. And although other events concerning psychotherapy sessions make it quite clear what the finale will be (even the root cause of Tanley is also a woman who exists in two hypostases), the author leaves a very thin thread of doubt that would give the same duality of perspective, like the Klein bottle in the film. The whole movie rather seems that the (pseudo) patient is not maimed, but brought to life, turning his inside out in the right direction. It is difficult to talk about success at the end, except for a good work on the topic.
5 out of 10