This obnoxiously over directed Dostoevsky adaptation is an empty shell of a film with a vicious sound mix and over stylized art direction. A boring worker drone has a double who up ends his life and sends this pretentious bore into a tail spin of quirky zero dimensional characters and a repetitive joke that our main character is invisible that wouldn't sustain more than a 20 minute short film. Eisenberg does decent work playing the polar opposite dual roles, but he's left running around in a shapeless film that doesn't engage and uses quirk as a crutch instead of having any substance - it's just dead up there on the screen, pleased with itself at how clever its trying to be. The cinematography is quite nice, but that is hardly a compliment, as this film is the very definition of style over substance. It's like the worker drone sequences in Brazil stretched out to feature length, mixed with some elements from Delicatessen, especially the psychotic sound design.
Review of The Double
