The Minus Man

The sly and subtle Minus Man is a wicked little sidewinder of a black comedy.

Low-key, understated style. The suspense beats away underneath.

Less interesting for what it has to say about evil -- namely, that it's banal/unknowable/random/everywhere -- than for the microsurgical procedures it performs on genre conventions and expectations.

Doesn't show us much of anything we haven't seen better already.

Minimalism be damned; even a postmodern noir needs more than Minus Man gives us. So do the actors.

A slow, self-consciously low-key, very dull film that strains for eeriness with long silences and affectless performances.

Really a big fat zero. Hampton Fancher has done the unthinkable -- he's made a boring serial killer movie.