MOVIE REVIEW
Surveillance (2008)
Magnet Releasing
To say that Jennifer Lynch’s “Surveillance” is a chip off the old Lynchian block is alternately misleading and accurate. Whereas the films orchestrated by her auteur father, David, disturb by turning the viewer’s brain into a battered punching bag, “Surveillance” achieves a similar feeling of psychological unease in a much more coherent manner. The film is a deviant surprise, an unwavering hell ride from the mind of a once left-for-dead filmmaker. After the critical drubbing and box-office tanking of her 1993 debut, “Boxing Helena,” Ms. Lynch hadn’t exactly put her name on the list of tomorrow’s best filmmakers. In fact, her name had become somewhat of an afterthought, one of the many examples of unsuccessful nepotism. “Surveillance’s” paralyzing tone and controlled ultra-violence, however, show that Ms. Lynch has emerged from Hollywood’s time-out corner with a vengeance.