Fear X (2003)

I love this movie so much

Fantastic!

Wow! What a bizarre film! Unfortunately the few funny moments there were were quite overshadowed by it's completely weird and random vibe throughout.

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

Psychological thriller about a security guard, Harry, trying to identify who killed his wife and why. The pursuit of justice does of course run closely in parallel with Harry trying to come to terms with the murder of his wife in a shopping mall. His investigations uncover police corruption as well as linking to anti-corruption activities. Harry's obsession with his investigation leave us wondering how much of what he perceives is real and how much is imagined.The film is also about bereavement, loneliness, fear and obsession, well portrayed by John Turturro as the grieving security guard. An intriguing film that keeps the viewer guessing. However, the story ultimately isn't satisfying and is at times too loose and aimless. Not a brilliant film but a certainly a good film.

Before Nicholas Winding Refn blew up into the big time with intense, stylish stuff like Bronson, Drive and Valhalla Rising, and after he made his bloody emergence into cinema with Pusher, he made another film that no one seems to remember or even even like all that much. It's easy to see why Fear X wasn't that well received or remembered: it's choppy and confusing, even by Refn's terms, and doesn't pull it's third act into a cohesive resolution, instead favoring a disconcertingly surreal descent into subconscious, abstract imagery, which we all know (the careers of Lynch and others are examples) is an aesthetic not always absorbed by the most open of minds when it comes to the masses. Now that we got that out of the way, here's my take. I adore the film. It's a skitchy Midwestern nightmare that starts of gently gnawing at the fringes of your perception with a sense of dread that's intangible in its possibility, an outcome as vast and unknowable as the desolate prairie setting that calls to mind the fear and degradation of Fargo without an ounce of its good humour, black or otherwise. John Turturro inhabits this setting with a twitchy, anxious aura, suggesting a haunted mindscape beneath those famous curls. And well he should be haunted, considering his wife recently disappeared without a trace. For him, not knowing what happened is worse than any kind of grisly answer, for its a sick hollowness that chokes out any room for him to grieve. He works by day as a mall security guard, busting shoplifters and scanning snowy surveillance screens to distract himself. Then, his co-worker (Stephen Eric Mcintyre) hands him a videotape that may contain answers and be the first breadcrumb in a trail leading to his wife's killer, and possibly his solace. In a lot of films and shows like these, the protagonist ventures to a small town with sordid secrets simmering just beneath the crust of the cheerful looking pie held by the pretty waitress at the local diner. Some artists find their own groove without riffing on other's work too much, and some fall flat-footed into derivative motions. Refn is bold yet subtle in his direction once Turturro arrives in the town, and casts a deceptively innocuous yet insidiously creepy spell over the proceedings. It's essentially where the film really exits utero and manifests, the danger before that was only glimpsed on the horizon now a very real possibility, like waking up from a bad dream into a worse reality. Turturro is met with cold stares and grim greetings, especially by a deputy who becomes predatory upon seeing part of the clues he has brought with him, vaguely tied to a local resident. From there he is led to a suspicious Sheriff (James Remar), and the sheriff's wife (Deborah Kara Unger). Remar may have been involved in his wife's death, and he plays with the curtain of his performance wonderfully, pulling it back ever so slightly in scenes with Unger (some of his best work) and stirring up confusion while menacing Turturro. It's an unheralded best from him and a rare occasion where he gets to be subtle and eerie, as opposed to his usual brash, cocky characters. Unger is similar to Remar in the sense that she has made a point over the course of her career in picking obscure, challenging and unique roles to play. In playing a couple here they feel kind of star-crossed just by the nature of their careers, fed by their smoldering chemistry. The film proceeds like any thriller would, with only intangible hints at the weirdness to come, until the last half of the third act, where it abandons logic completely and dives headlong into a dreamlike abyss of surreality, without a readily discernible warning or narrative signpost. Is Turturro unstable? Or is it Remar? Or are events just taking a turn fpr the supernatural as a result of the town messing with people's psyches, a la The Shining? We will never know, and honestly I doubt Refn did, or ever will either. It's him in the sandbox, free from logic or consequence, and hate it with all your might if you wish, but you can't deny it's a psychologically galvanizing experience that toys with your perception and spooks to the core. The film deals with themes of not knowing, and open ended tragedy masked by confusion and spiraling 'what ifs'. Perhaps Refn implemented all the metaphysical hoo-hah as an extreme metaphor for Turturro's consciousness, fractured and torn by the absence of resolution to the point of madness. Or maybe Refn just likes making weird stuff. That's the eternal debate with artists like him and Lynch: do they have some plan, a secret marauders map to the strangeness that they present to us on screen which only they are privy too, or are they simply making it up as they go along, hurling paint at the canvas until they are satisfied with the result, regardless of comprehending it? We'll never know, and that for me is the beauty of it. With Fear X Refn crafts a polarizing thriller that is the very proto - example of 'love it or hate it'. It's definitely not for everyone. But love it or hate it, there's no escaping it's power.

Some stylish photo. Some good acting. I'll give it that much. A script not very interested in other parts than the main character – and then only to let you know he's obsessed, not to let you know him.The plot in itself may be clever -- I've read some of the other comments, references to other work seem plentiful -- or maybe it's just not clever at all and not complete. It doesn't say a thing. The pace is slow enough to give you plenty of time to try to figure out what's coming, ie figure out the plot. And if you do some figuring, you want an answer at the end. You don't get one. Lot's of threads left loose at the end. As if someone wrote a 3 hour script, then cut it down to 1,5.Or rather, to 1 hour. And filled the rest up by repeating some pretentious, simple out of plot thriller effects. They made my wife stop watching and go to bed, with a bored sigh. It could have been an OK low-key movie without this pret stuff and a bit more plot. Makes you think they couldn't come up with an end, "so let's make it incomprehensible instead".Some other comment says the movie requires you watch it a couple of times. Why should you?

This is by far one of the greatest "understated" thrillers of all time...every scene, gesture, bit of dialog seemed to gnaw at me, draw me into a strange feeling that no matter what happens, the feeling of alienation will not go away...yes, there are one or two coincidences that seem a little too much, but if you just flow with it, you will enjoy it without having to know all the answers or have every loose end tied up for you..the photography is first rate, the atmosphere intense, and the acting is refreshingly real for a change....the movie scared me on a level I never expected....I highly recommend this move..some of the reviewers who trashed this movie probably just need to see explosions, bullets flying and chase scenes to be in suspense.....go see it!