Eddie: The Sleepwalking Cannibal

The movie's title might sound like a splatter-fest by Rob Zombie. But despite the theme, “Eddie” goes easy on gratuitous gore. What we get is a cerebral horror movie and a satire of the art world.

While secret handshakes are amusingly depicted as the key to building trust and friendship, it's Stephen McHattie's greedy agent...that truly hammers home the film's depiction of the art world as fueled by rapacious, kill-or-be-killed bloodlust.

It's a very competent black comedy, one that should please audiences looking for something with some bite.

This witty first feature is a flawed but diverting meditation on finding inspiration while losing your soul.

It winds up as little more than a mildly fun spatter picture that will be best enjoyed by undemanding patrons at midnight screenings.

As its title suggests, this is more of a self-conscious attempt to court quirky cult-film status. Nice try.

The holes in the plot, not in Eddie’s diet, are the real joke.