Review Date: September 13, 1998
Director: Neil LaBute
Writer: Neil LaBute
Producers: Steve Golin, Jason Patric
Having said that, the acting was rock-solid on all sides, with special kudos to Eckhart and Keener. But the real standout was Jason Patric (who also produced this film) whose performance is one of the best of his wobbly career. He played this prick to perfection, and really pulled out all of the stops during one confrontation scene with Keener in the bookstore (chilling). His cool performance is definitely one of the reasons that I might've recommended this film despite its repetitive nature, lack of redeeming quality and unresolved ending.
There is also a hilarious opening credit score that features a warped acoustic version of Metallica's "Sandman" song. And, oh yes, none of the characters in this film call each other by their names because director Labute apparently wants us to be able to recognize these people within ourselves and others. Well, guess what? Despite seeing little aspects of people I know in some of the folks in this movie, the general lack of morals, compassion, feeling and humanity (Kubrick anyone?) gave me very little reason to care or even appreciate any of the lives of these people. It made the film unbelievable, boring and most importantly, unentertaining.
PS: Mrs. JoBlo cared even less about any of the characters in this film, and gave it an even 3/10.