Title: Utterly self indulgent
Product review: This film is utterly self indulgent. There are plenty of things about the film that are fine, up until the end. I won't spoil what actually happens at the end for those who want to watch (although I certainly recommend against it). It is at the end of the movie, however, that the writer/director stopped make, well, I don't know, choices, I guess. It is as if LaBute got to the end and had to find a way to put the conceit behind this movie on film, and just stuttered to a halt. The substance of the conceit is interesting enough, and probably could have been execute well. But, instead, we get this self indulgent clunker. I actually tuned into this because I liked other films by Neil LaBute, but - wow! - I'll think twice in the future. On the other hand, maybe I'm being too harsh: After all, since the movie ends with the presentation of a graduate thesis project, maybe the director intended to make the end of his film look as much like one as possible.
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