The Son (2003)

Spare to the point of nonexistence, this bone-dry tale might have made a decent entry in Kieslowski's Decalogue. Instead of an hour, though, this runs 103 minutes, which leaves it as an exercise in marking time until one of the characters works up the guts to upset the stasis. Because of its tabula rasa nature, all manner of meaning and subtext can be ascribed to the film; I prefer to take this as is, and I find it wanting.

Grade: C+