Often the best stories are those that ought to be tragedies, but are either made not, or improbably are not. This is one.

I can remember enjoying this movie when it was new. Or perhaps just enjoying Kimberly Williams. Years of learned callousness has made it too sickly-sweet for my taste.

Transcendental.

Simplistic biography, bolstered by a charismatic lead performance.

Snail-paced mystery.

Uneven, like so many euro-thrillers.

At the vanguard for innovation in blood splatter and ab muscle shadow CGI. Any legitimate bodybuilder not offered a bit part in this should feel slighted.

Seemed quite realistic, but how the hell would I know. I mow all the khat that grows in my yard.

Masterful story and impeccably acted. A review filled with spoilers probably wouldn’t even ruin it, as the movie demands more than just a viewing.

Artfully-made, but it didn’t interest much.