User Reviews

This movie of director Monty Miranda is actually surprisingly good. It's "small" on every account: no complicated special effects, no elaborate settings, just a few characters. But it still manages to let you sit on the edge of your chair for the whole movie, trying to find out, together with the main character, what the hell happened and why.

The premise is simple but original and very effective: John is a young guy who seems to have it all, but when he is confronted with the theft of his classic car he spends sleepless nights pondering over the question who could be the culprits, eventually getting totally worn-out and delusional and falling into paranoia and at last into violence.

The script is intelligent, all the way through we side-up with John, even in his paranoia, because his frustration is so understandable. This is greatly helped by the casting of Eddy Salazar as John, who is perfect in both parts of his character: first as the young, slick, self-confident and slightly conceited yup, later as the totally frustrated paranoid who more and more loses his wits. It seems that Salazar co-wrote the screenplay, so kudos for that! There is no happy ending (yet another positive token of not following the easy paths of the genre) but there actually is provided for a solution of the mystery, so you end-up with the feeling that it wasn't all for nothing.

The girlfriend is played by Clare Grant who does a fine job too. The other parts are only small, albeit that we see old regulars as Danny Trejo and John Heard pass by. I like to give a special mention to Keith Szarabajka as the overbearing, prying and actually very funny neighbor and to Brett Delbuono as his son Tommy, who convincingly plays his small part of the indignant wrongly accused teenager.

In short, a very fine and original small movie, very worthwhile.