Red Lights

I really can't recall another film in which the ending cheapened the entire experience so much that a potentially great story is turned into nothing more than an exercise in mental masturbation. It's such a cop out twist ending that it's simultaneously unbelievable and infuriating once the credits roll that the filmmakers actually presented this as an acceptable way to wrap up everything this film was building towards.

And what it was building towards felt awesome. The performances from Cillian Murphy, Elizabeth Olsen, and especially Sigourney Weaver are phenomenal. The characters are incredibly well developed and the storyline about faith and exposing what people want to believe felt like it was all moving in an incredibly interesting direction.

However, once you're finally left in the climactic confrontation between Murphy and DeNiro in which you hope all the answers and symbolism is about to be wrapped up in some ingenious way finally hits - you get the biggest insult imaginable. It leaves so many plot holes unexplained and feels like the script was written into a corner and chose the easiest possible way out. A slap in the face to the audience's intelligence and an instant defamation to a potentially deep and thought provoking thriller.