Metacritic reviews

This thriller is ingeniously woven with motifs suggesting the difficulty of seeing and understanding truth, and substitutes psychological chills for commonplace gore.

A supremely elegant, meditative thriller.

Turturro keeps Fear X fascinating, practically in spite of itself.

Grimly austere barely begins to describe the atmosphere of dread that seeps through Fear X like a toxic mist.

Barely credible, but in the hands of the film's dedicated minimalists, "barely" is enough, and they turn the precious little they have to work with into a plus.

The movie is so glacially paced and underdeveloped that it often feels as numb as its grieving hero.

Perhaps a radical re-editing of Fear X-like Lynch did on “Mulholland Drive”-could rescue the film's workaday unease from the dread taboo of derivative weirdness. It's half a movie, but a half that hums.

A tedious, snail-paced mess.

Turturro's sweaty, lumpen Cain is a profoundly disagreeable guide down the rabbit hole of hallucinatory paranoia.

A pretentious, unsatisfying and ultra-slow-moving thriller.