THE MACHINIST — SHOCKTOBER!
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The ever intense Christian Bale plays Trevor Reznik an emaciated factory machinist who hasn't slept in over a year.
Trevor’s constant eerie hallucinations cost a coworker his arm.
Damn.
This is one tightly wound horror movie that will send cold chills down your spine.
"The Machinist" is a well-crafted psychological thriller about self-deception and tragedy, told against an eerie landscape of terrifying dislocation and isolation.
This is one effed up horror movie.
This film's haunted house centerpiece makes it ideal Halloween viewing.
Director Brad Anderson ("Bates Motel") goes too heavy on the film's trendy gray-green color visual scheme, but delivers Scott Kosar's hip script in film that's sure to inspire a cult following.
“The Machinist” will withstand the test of time.
Jennifer Jason Leigh is persuasive as Reznik's prostitute girlfriend.
Christian Bale's acting efforts border on dementia. Christian Bale goes all out, and thankfully it pays off big time. I don't think Christian Bale has yet to make a bad movie.
At its heart, "The Machinist" is an anti-automobile satire with more than a few barbs thrown at corporate culture of neglecting and abusing its workers.
Burner.
Rated R. 102 mins. (Paramount)