Director Darrell James Roodt creates a suitably eerie tone of grave menace in this twisting tale of illusory characters doing nebulous things. The entire production has a cloudy feel to it, and as soon as viewers grasp at something logical, the gears shift and they become disoriented again, which was undoubtedly the intention. Angus MacFayden, so memorable as Orson Welles in Cradle Will Rock, and Natasha Henstridge, who has been polishing her dramatic chops, play a convincing game of mental one-upmanship as they take the audience into their bifurcated relationship. Liam Waite's brash gangster adds danger to what could have been simply another tale of romance and amnesia. After a somewhat saggy middle third as the gears shift into high, the film takes on a severely nasty tone for the finish, including a distinctively brutal mano a mano fight and the arrival of Peter Fonda, whose bizarre surgeon (he uses human skin for his limo's upholstery) has been lurking in the background all along, helping propagate the sensation of dread. Not a lighthearted tale by any means, but thoroughly engaging to the end.