Something Wicked This Way Comes: French Stewart (left) encounters a killer in Jennifer Lynch's Surveillance.
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Let the debate rage on. There are those who will argue, without any serious objection from me, that Jennifer Lynch’s Surveillance is a sadistic bit of pulp fiction that turns on a third-act twist almost too fantastical to stomach. And there are those who will laud it as a taut, twisted crime procedural that veers into some seriously dark territory for a finale that stays with you long after the lights have gone up.