Serial-killer thriller about (brace yourself) a serial killer of serial killers. That's not some figure of speech synonymous with the serial killer's serial killer, or the serial killer to beat all serial killers, or the mother of all serial killers, or some such. It means literally that he serially kills other serial killers, able to track them down ahead of the FBI (Aaron Eckhart and Carrie-Anne Moss on the case) through his psychic endowment of "remote viewing." The opening scene suggests in addition a physical superpower of passing through solid objects or appearing in two places at once, but that seems to be, in the final analysis, a trick of editing. E. Elias Merhige, the director of the little indie, Shadow of the Vampire, throws in enough shadow play, enough off-kilter camerawork, enough fragmenting closeups, not to mention enough Edvard Munch-ian charcoal sketches, to verify that his interest in Expressionism was not just a passing fancy; and the eggshell-domed, eagle-beaked, elephant-eared Ben Kingsley, as will escape no one's notice, is the nearest human being to Nosferatu. All of this pretentiousness is not enough to conceal the silliness, only enough to spoil any fun. (2004) — Duncan Shepherd