A film version of Fyodor Dostoevsky's novella about a nameless, embittered, alienated worker whose attempts to interact with the people around him only serve to cause him further misery.
Fans of the book will be pleased that it uses many of Dostoevsky's own words. The monologue style is retained, transposed from paper to camera.
Visually it flits between resembling a play and a traditional film, sometimes unsuccessfully. Henry Czerny is not what I imaged for the Underground Man, but he carries the burden well. Sheryl Lee lends support.
2½ insufferable bastards out of 5
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