Oh man, I really can't say enough bad things about the music in this film. It was just so horrible that I had to stop watching, with only twenty minutes left. I bet you think that I'm overreacting, but it was truly a grueling experience for me. Whatever genre that was, it is clearly my biggest weakness, and if I ever become a masked crimefighter, it will stop me in my tracks faster than a bullet. It was like some watered-down, generic version of Hootie & the Blowfish. Let that just wash over you. The horror of this experience dwarfed any emotional response that the movie could have elicited, and I find myself almost completely incapable of discussing anything *but* the soundtrack. I'm really sorry for going on about this, but I think this is cheaper and more therapeutic than psychotherapy.
Besides the musical torture, I remember being somewhat confused by the plot, because it didn't really make all that much sense to me. The best part was how the psychopath apologized for being a noob, because this was his first kidnapping plot. Ha. That's definitely not something you see every day. All in all, not the worst movie I've seen, but it was a confusing jumble of flashbacks and weak acting, with music that drove me insane! I do give the director/writer/star some credit for an ambitious project, though. As silly as it sounds, I think I might have liked this movie a lot more, if it hadn't been for the music.
