the machinist
A man is disturbingly thin and getting thinner by the day, can’t sleep and seems deprived of even more. As is the film. Deprived, that is. Of color. And pace.
On the margin of being too slow, The Machinist is a very good dramatic thriller with very good acting, primarily by Christian Bale, very nice photography and very nice scenography. In all everything good, except for that little pace thingie.
Twists and turns, dreams and reality. It is said sleep deprivation can drive a man insane, and seemingly it can. Or?