Dot the I

The less you know going in, the more you'll enjoy it. Suffice it to say that it's a hugely entertaining thriller disguised as a chick flick.

Despite some moments of genuine tension, Dot the i walks (and occasionally hops right over) a very fine line between thriller/drama and parody.

A clever, atmospheric romantic drama that lacks something.

Along with his tedious array of tricks and twists, Parkhill stuffs the film with enough dizzying flashbacks, camera jitters and rock-and-roll editing techniques to drive a 14-year-old MTV addict nuts.

First-time writer-director Matthew Parkhill prefers to lean on clever plot devices, amp up the roles of the movie's sideline jesters, crank up the static noise and fail to notice that his engaging little romance has broken with reality and veered into hollow pastiche.

The movie finally undermines all pretensions of satire with its geeky eagerness to subvert expectations.

A deplorable piece of cynicism whose only point of interest is Gael Garcia Bernal's accent