And Then There Were None. Identity review.

As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away.

I watched Identity tonight.

That is some twisting fucked up shit.---- Let's do it again!

Man, this makes the Matrix 2 look so bad. Speaking of summer movies that I missed in Theaters and watched on DVD, I mean. This was a cool movie, and I'm glad no one spoiled it for me before hand, because it really would have killed the experience.

Just for general knowledge, I like twisted movies. Memento. Fight Club. Se7en. Donnie Darko. The Ususal Suspects. The Sixth Sense. I dig them. I can cheerfully add Identity to that list now.

Identity takes nearly every cliche of murder-slasher movies imaginable, dumps them on you, and then turns everything sideways and four feet to left, so that nothing is what is seems, as cliche as even that sounds. This movie takes that to the extreme, and it's gloriously outrageously fucked. Also, creepy.

And now here we go onto the sticky, dirty, evil parts. ( SPOILERS! NASTY ROTTEN F-YOUR-MAMA BAD SPOILERS For the WHOLE thing! )