Strangely slow-paced for a heist flick, and maybe a little meandering, but as it sinks in you realize that’s part of its unique, down-to-earth charm. The pace provides time to invest in the cast of quirky, blue-collar characters (steady Clyde and hard-luck, hard-working Jimmy have a great dynamic) and the heist is still lots of fun (the jail stand-off was a highlight). It may not have the flash and pop of a Rihanna hit, but it’s got the staying power and folksy warmth of a John Denver classic.
A young woman is involuntarily committed to a mental institution, where she is confronted by her greatest fear–but is it real or a product of her delusion? (IMDb)
The low-budget-like style here is just so cool and unique: there’s the discomforting and claustrophobic wide-angle lens, the intense close-ups and other interesting angles, the deliberate and concise editing, the unnerving original score, the perfect A-lister cameo, the freeze-frame under rapid end credits. The story is a little wonkily constructed at points (see the puzzlingly early mystery reveal) but is always creepy and thrilling, carried by Foy’s strong central performance.