Rupture

It's been 15 years since Shainberg's wonderful "Secretary" and 11 since his lesser, yet still interesting "Fur," but this film replaces his facility with gentle, peculiar inquisitions into fetishism with something much more generic.

It's not involving; it's not scary; it's just kind of miserable.

Dreary, derivative and flat-out dopey, this dragged-out torture tale will disappoint even those whose hearts race whenever they see a female character strapped to a bed.

A diluted interpretation of Aughts torture-porn with a film-student appreciation for Gaspar No's color palette, Rupture is a sci-fi abduction thriller that leaves little to be thrilled about.

It attempts to dress up torture-porn tropes with a late-inning switch to science fiction that spectacularly backfires.

What sinks the film is Shainberg's insipid direction.

Had loads of potential to be truly frightening, or at least intriguing, but it's dead on arrival.

Rupture is a rather disappointing return for the idiosyncratic director, and would have benefitted greatly with some more tightly honed characterization and less aimless wandering through a retrofitted office building.

Using played-out torture porn tropes, this sci-fi horror film feels like a Syfy channel pilot released in the early aughts that never made it to series.

A strange and intriguing premise, Rupture gets a little lost in the middle and struggles to tie events up.