|Starring||Guy Pierce, Carrie-Anne Moss and Joe Pantoliano|
18 and up; Children 6 and up will be allowed only with a parent guardian. No children under the age of 6 will be allowed.
Sure, in today's easy breezy technology-centric times we have talking phones and social networks to help us keep track of the details of our personal lives -- you know, details like who may have killed our spouse and who's friend or foe (or suspect in said murder). But back in the grimy analog days of the year 2000, you had to keep track of this stuff the old fashioned way: With scrimshaw prison tattoos, polaroids, and sharpie markers. Note to self: Those were the good old days. Anyway, this little indie film about a guy (Guy Pearce) with impressive cheekbones and a nasty case of short term memory loss trying to solve the brutal murder of his wife -- as told in front to back (or is it back to front?) order in unsteadying 10-minute jumps that mirror the protagonist's own shaky perception -- is still bonafide mind bender of a flick. It's one of the very best movies to come outta the early aughts, one that takes Hitchcock-ian thrills to a whole new exciting level. And the film's director, what became of him, you ask? Well, we hear he went on to direct some movie about heists that take place in people's minds and a trilogy of films about some guy in a black cape who fights crime. (George Bragdon)