This must be one of the most painful movies I've watched in a long time.
First, the actual kidnapper is revealed much too early in the movie, but then the writer of the script, despite this, continues to throw in twists and turns as though the viewer is a complete and utter moron with no short-term memory at all.
It became obvious exceedingly early in the movie the director was trying to make an arthouse film and failed magnificently!
The only reason I watched it to the end was the hope against hope it would get better, but alas, I was denied any sense of enjoyment at all.
The characters, every single one, speaks slowly and methodically with each word. The dramatic pauses are overused and the abstract colors in the background, with the cliche and requisite low lighting everywhere, are CLEARLY there to set the same cliche mood every avant garde mystery movie has present.
I don't know where the positive reviews came from, unless they're friends of the writer, director, or one of the people in the movie.
Seriously, folks, don't waste your time. You'll regret watching this movie with every fiber of your being. This is a review coming from an avid mystery lover. Murder She Wrote has better acting and writing than this movie.