A bloody thriller (sort of Agatha Christie does The Twilight Zone) morphs into its own “making of”, a really talky one - a conversation about film, about fear, about fiction. The type of film where the less you know, the better. The title is almost a malaprop - a better one would’ve been F for Fake, but it was already taken. Howard Hawks said that a great movie needs three good scenes and no bad ones. This movie has only three scenes - so there you go.
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