dir. Castille Landon
17-year-old Rain is suffering from early on-set schizophrenia. A new boy at school seems to develop a spontaneous interest in her, but while she’s suffering with chronic delusions, how can Rain know whether he exists or not? This is the premise of an insufferably predictive movie which is far, far less clever than it thinks it is. The movie’s central “twist” can be seen coming off several miles away, so when it finally lands, it causes no impact whatsoever. In addition, Rain is obsessed with the idea that her next-door neighbour has kidnapped a child; this particular storyline involves such coarse stereotyping and demonising of an older single woman that it’s a wonder any self-respecting actor chose to take the role on. All the acting, writing, and directing are so phoned-in, yet so bizarrely smug in their execution, that it’s obvious Castille Landon believed this was the world’s next great psychological thriller phenomenon. Instead, this film will deservedly be lost in time, like tears in rain.