"Surveillance"

Fortunately, Jennifer Lynch--unlike her father--can make a movie that is watchable; I didn't feel like I was strapped in a strait jacket in a padded room while watching Surveillance (unlike Inland Empire, which was so unwatchable I became nauseous while viewing it; seriously, how many scenes of Laura Dern crying can you humanly tolerate?).

Unfortunately, J. Lynch seems a little wet behind the ears when it comes to keeping a secret that will eventually pan out to be the proverbial "twist." I was really hoping Surveillance was going to be a lot better than it was, but it's just painfully obvious what is going on after about 15 minutes. The sadistical-ness of the bum twist caught me a little off guard, but by then I was already preparing the Netflix envelope for an expedited return to the Nearest Netflix Shipping Facility.