By Ray Bennett
Jennifer Lynch’s morbid thriller “Surveillance” begins with masked intruders killing people and the slaughter never stops. It’s been 15 years since David Lynch’s daughter gave the world “Boxing Helena,” but she hasn’t lost her interest in minds that are seriously demented.
Somewhere in the desert, two flamboyantly reckless killers are leaving a trail of death including that of a local police officer. His colleagues are not best pleased when two assured FBI agents show up to interview three witnesses to the most recent carnage.
With a high splatter quotient and many scenes of deviant humiliation, the film will have its fans even if the eventual twist hardly comes as a surprise and probably isn’t meant to. “Surveillance” will please the B-movie crowd in theaters and on into the ancillaries.
Read my full review in The Hollywood Reporter