Jennifer Lynch's first feature since "Boxing Helena" is the worst film I've seen this year. The script is an inept mess and the direction is clueless. The characters are cardboard cutouts with indecipherable motivations. Editing-wise, this looks like a salvage job. FBI agents are investigating a series of murders. Which means they are also investigating themselves. Jennifer is not David, but she tries to be. The problem is, she doesn't have his talent or his ability to create a real, identifiable world into which darkness can be threaded. This is all darkness and all misery. Lynch opts for a cynical, boring, pandering "thriller" with no thrills. The violence is graphic at times, but it has no context. Worse, there is not one character we care about. That this sorry nonsense just won top prize at Sitges (over the way superior "Martyrs" and the fresh "Let The Right One In") is a disgrace, and undermines that fine festival's credibility. Don't believe any hype about this. It's abysmal.
Review of Surveillance
