Although it aspires to Hitchcockian psychological depth, this muddled thriller doesn't even achieve the cleverness or intrigue of a middling Brian De Palma effort. Anne Parillaud, who was so arresting as the title character in Luc Besson's superlative La Femme Nikita sleepwalks through the similar role of Jessie, a woman who isn't sure whether she's a suicidal rape survivor or a deadly assassin. Her breathy little-girl voice at odds with her glacial facial expressions, Parillaud inspires pity and ridicule rather than sympathy or suspense. With his chiselled good looks and unctuous charm, William Baldwin is convincing enough as Jessie's paramour/nemesis. Duane Poole's script gets so caught up in blurring the line between nightmare and reality that it never generates any genuine emotional engagement from the audience, the actors, or director Raúl Ruiz. The wretched soft jazz score by Jorge Arriagada only adds to the torpitude. Tediously complex yet totally inert, Shattered Image gives neo-noir a bad name.