Review – Timecrimes

The title does not lie. Indictment count one: the brutal murder of an hour and a half of my life. In this Spanish production, a man witnesses the prelude and aftermath of a killing. Fleeing the bandage-wrapped perpetrator, a stranger conceals him in a time machine and zaps him back a couple of hours. Then he spends 30 minutes doing everything he witnessed in the first half hour. Then he gets zapped back again and spends the final third of the movie filling in the remaining holes in the plot. This masturbatory Rashomon riff is like listening to a five year old tell a joke, mess it up and start over from the beginning. Twice. See if desperate