The emotional ambiguity of the protagonist infects the viewer so much that even a bloodbath climax engenders no feeling.

Apparently the Incredibly Creepy Doll Company did brisk business in the 1960s.

An animated spectacle.

I think top billing should have gone to a mobile phone, given the preponderance of screen time.

Benign.

Low budget plus some art house cinematography does not constitute a good movie.

As if a screenwriter worked backward from a fully-formed story, then parceled pieces of it to create viewer intrigue along the way. Unfortunately, doing that requires more exposition than was included in the film.

Unremarkable, yet refreshingly competent and conventional crime thriller. Scott Frank is pretty good at these.

Looks like they just barely ran out of space to credit Jirantanin Pitakorntrakul on the promotional poster. SPOILER Man kills a multitude of pimp gangsters using a variety of guns. Also ghosts, elephants, and Kevin Bacon’s bad accent.

Wasted potential with this one, in that it took the premise of a much greater story and dumbed it down to a Charles Bronson film level…with spaceships.