The premise, a cop trying to find a serial killer’s next victim before she drowns in his Jigsaw-killer-esque contraption, is decent as is, but most of the film’s action takes place inside the mind of the comatose killer, giving way to the film’s artistic sets and sequences.
The story is original, but it’s the delivery that makes this film a standout within the realm of psychological horror.
But all of them will scare the living heck out of you, that much is certain.
Lionel’s mother has been controlling his life as long as he can remember.
Even when she dies from the bite of a Sumatran Rat Monkey, she comes back as a grotesque zombie, forcing Lionel to stay home and take care of her - and everyone she bites - until the situation finally gets out of hand. Peter Jackson didn’t invent splatstick but he came damn close to perfecting it with Braindead.
Jennifer Lopez as child psychologist Catherine Deane is actually not bad, giving a sensitive and compassionate performance that helps keep the audience anchored throughout the disturbing story, and Vincent D’Onofrio is memorable as multiple facets of the serial killer’s persona, from the pitiful youth to the menacing King.
The film’s parallel storylines in the outside world and the killer’s internal self play against each other wonderfully, with the time-limit of the search for the drowning girl lending a sense of urgency to all the indulgent and striking imagery.