The Moment

What's fresh is Weinstock's interweaving of flashbacks, slightly altered versions of flashbacks, and flashbacks within flashbacks, so that viewers must work as hard as Lee to determine past from present.

The film continually resists coherence or synthesis, with puzzles left unresolved amid multiplying possibilities and highly repetitive flashbacks, yielding a mystery that wearies rather than intrigues.

Disorientation is a double-edged sword, especially when the ostensible reorientation is as unsatisfying as it is here.

The Moment is another in a long string of thrill-free psychological “thrillers” that fail from start to finish.

The story itself is fairly straightforward, but lands with a thud.

The Moment is a stilted, asinine Hitchcockian exercise that ultimately serves as little more—and often considerably less—than a needless reminder of how difficult it is to execute this kind of material.

The film is a hybrid of a Lifetime movie focused on a "strong woman," a run-of-the-mill murder mystery, and a yogurt commercial from hell.

It's a good movie. I like this drama with a good script, good direction, and a reason for the mysterious events. A film has been made that will appeal to those who want to watch a film with sorrow and sadness.