The Sleepwalker

Just in time for Thanksgiving, it's your yearly "hell is family members" film. However, The Sleepwalker distinguishes itself from most entries in this angst-ridden genre by way of superb writing, smoldering performances, and hauntingly beautiful imagery from first-time director Mona Fastvold.

A darkly mysterious and extremely accomplished first feature.

With strong assists from the cinematographer Zachary Galler and her ex-husband, the composer Sondre Lerche, Ms. Fastvold, previously a director of music videos, has painted a resonant tableau of dysfunction.

A consistently intriguing psychodrama that may nonetheless leave many viewers feeling that it’s all buildup and scant payoff.

The setup has mysterious promise, but the film cheaps out on a satisfying payoff.

Fastvold and co-writer Corbet subscribe to the less-is-more branch of screenwriting, assuming that audiences will be drawn in by the air of mystery surrounding the sisters, when in fact the lack of narrative detail is consistently off-putting.

It’s obvious that something got lost in translation.