The Voices

Think of this stylish, quirky and quite grisly feature from Marjane Satrapi as a meeting of Psycho, Dexter and Dr. Doolittle.

The movie has to be taken at face value: As a wacky and unsettling jaunt into sheer madness.

Casting Ryan Reynolds as a small-town geek who has trouble getting a date may seem as pointless as taking a loving cup to a Leafs game, but the bright-eyed Canadian star makes this dark, dark comedy twinkle with offbeat appeal.

It's the most likable Ryan Reynolds has been in a film in, well, forever, basically. He's not necessarily good, mind you.

The film is mostly a mess, albeit an occasionally endearing one.

Visually, the film's amazing, blending the everyday with more fantastical elements in a small-town, blue collar version of the fairy tale Iranian landscape in Chicken with Plums.

Those that are on-board with its distressing comedy will find both an acute exploration of mental illness and the makings of a cult classic.

On paper, it all might sound rather sad and grubby, but it is actually a rather elegant little macabre tragedy.

While it may not necessarily be a film that will be universally embraced by genre fans, The Voices is a triumphant example of independent filmmaking at its very best and is undoubtedly one of the best roles Reynolds' has tackled to date.

Rarely do movies shout so loud yet communicate so little.

A deeply warped, darkly funny and thoroughly depraved horror comedy. Ryan Reynolds gives one of his best performances.

Reynolds is fantastic as the deeply confused protagonist, while Arterton and Kendrick do some very subtle work in the margins. Don't read anything more. Just see it.