Amnesiac

The film's palette is relentlessly beige, and Bosworth and Bentley echo that, speaking in elliptical hushes.

"Amnesiac" feels like a director-for-hire gig for an artist too talented for the job.

With no names given to the characters, you never have to remember them. But it's really best to forget about all of "Amnesiac."

The film uses minimal locations, minimal cast, and minimal blood for a story that, in another director's hands, could play like Grand Guignol.

This could have been something. Instead, what we have struggles to entice or encourage continued watching.

The set-up is there - man wakes up to a life he knows nothing about and subsequently falls into a rabbit hole of lies and truths - but the execution and overall innovation just isn't there.

The journey in Amnesic is still too pedestrian to be memorable.

The sight of a fur-coat-wearing Bosworth wielding a blood stained power tool is a striking visual coup... Yet for the most part the story is too slackly stretched to sustain the tension the film needs to keep us gripped.

Although it overplays its hand, Unconscious remains an interesting little film with a lot of promise.

You'll wish you were amnesiac yourself so you could forget this misbegotten mess.

Retains a clear position for mystery and askew intimidation, boosted by competent lead performances from Bosworth (in a refreshing change of pace) and Bentley.