Egoyan is always hit or miss for me, but on this one he nailed it. Videodrome meets The Shining meets State and Main? A tone poem on the responsibility of image-making with scenes both deadpan and heartbreaking. There is virutally no dialogue in the first twenty minutes (and the story remains baffling for at least 45) but the images are intriuging enough to keep you hooked until things begin to reveal themselves. Also: the film stock, the music, the unknown (to non-Canadian eyes) actors — this is like a time capsule of a late 80s indie film. Highly recommended.