This movie eludes me, yet as the end credits roll up, I am riveted by what I have seen. The whole thing is meant as a sick rotten joke, I think.

A uniquely exquisite cinematic piece, it is. A cookie-cutter Hollywood horror flick, it is not. Certainly more out of the ordinary than what I expected when I decided to rent it on Showtime USA's $1 night. It should be noted that this was the unrated director's cut. Not sure exactly what was cut out for the theatrical version, but I could guess a scene or two that the MPAA might have frowned on.

My brain is still a bit too fazed from the momentum of it to derive any truly conclusive conclusions.

Summary? Umm... well... Try this: Really really rich psychopath guy works as a top Wall Street business executive by day, then goes on killing sprees by night. I suppose the punchline is that in a five-star restaurant full of Harvard alumni suits, he blends in perfectly!

There are multiple layers of meaning here that I am working to process. At each moment, the film keeps you guessing as to what will happen next. The whole thing is told from the point of view of the narrator protagonist. The psycho nut job.

As the film goes through its initial stages, there is no doubt to be had: We are inside the mind of one very fucked up dude.

But by the end? I just don't know.

The whole thing is joke. A big, twisted, nasty joke.