Reviewing any film like Red Lights presents a bit of a Catch-22.
Much like The Others, The Sixth Sense, or even April Fool’s Day, Red Lights is a film that relies heavily upon classic misdirection to keep the audience engaged.
Let that cat out of the bag, and you’ve already taken a critical element away from the storyline. Do your best to write around it, and you leave the reader feeling more confused than informed.
In the end, it defeats the whole purpose of reviewing a film like Red Lights in the first place.
Having said that, it’s definitely worth your while to go see this film. It’s both highly entertaining and well directed, to be sure. And it’s driven by Robert De Niro, who most recently kicked ass in Being Flynn, much the same way he does here, and subsequently promises to continue doing with no less than 10 projects already slated for release by the end of 2013.
Otherwise, Sigourney Weaver plays a cynic, Cillian Murphy plays her protege, and Elizabeth Olsen adds the awesome. But, like usual, it’s De Niro who pulls the whole thing together. Everything else about Red Lights rests squarely upon his shoulders.
(Red Lights arrives in New York and L.A. this coming Friday, July 13, with a national rollout to follow.)