When the film achieves nuance it hints at its unrealised potential. Conversely, attempts at non-visual metaphor are clumsy.
Has everything one could desire of a daft evening's entertainment, from sibling incest to a meeting with the Devil/God himself.
Enough strands are left to ponder to deem writers Bruce Wood and Scott Poiley as worthy of keeping an eye on.
A non-linear approach wears thin, initial intrigue giving way to frustration as the story continually dances away with the cuts.
John Cusack as Edgar Allan Poe is immensely watchable, but the story is downgraded to a bog-standard thriller.
A truly effective film that will stay with you long after the credits roll; to have achieved this in a debut is quite remarkable.