This is a movie that, like David Lynch's "Blue Velvet", will evoke furious revulsion for some predictable types and real enthusiam from other predictable types(me). The story is twisted in the best sense of the word. Yet it avoids the squalor of, for example, last year's "Killer Joe". Credit that in part to a uniformly great cast(glaringly missing in Joe) and a cinematographic style that makes crisp and clean Stoker's sick, wrongness. It's unexpected and by and by cleverly reverses our sympathies. And stick with it, if you think in the openning monologue, that it's just an "artsy" meditation on life by "deep" 20 somethings. It ain't that. As the end credits roll religious people will want to go pray. The rest of us don't know whether to laugh, cheer or cry. Good flick!