Piggybacking on the previous The Hurt Locker post, I must add this: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen isn’t even the second most-worthy-of-your-time-and-dollars film opening this weekend. Not even in the ballpark. That honor goes to Surveillance, the new hardcore-psycho-thriller from co-writer/director Jennifer Lynch, daughter of the notorious David “Mulholland Drive/Inland Empire/Blue Velvet/Twin Peaks/Lost Highway” Lynch. [Tried a new way to list somebody’s resume there….don’t think it worked very well, though]
Over at Critic’s Notebook, my review of Surveillance has gone live, so give it a gander if you feel so inclined. The movie really is a sleazy, disturbed good time. A quintessential “Matt Barone recommendation,” for those of you who know me well enough to pick my kinds of films out by their looks. For several reasons, I keep thinking of Brad Anderson’s underappreciated Session 9 as a sort of kindred spirit alongside Surveillance—-both have this keen ability to slither under your skin and incubate, growing into a pimple of chaotic tension.
I’ll leave the rest of my Surveillance thoughts for the review, which can be found here: