Sarah Thorpe's screenplay is a compendium of by-the-book clichés; Kaufman's direction leaves the material stranded in a limbo between po-faced and trashy; Judd's approximation of drunkenness is worrying to behold.
Philip Kaufman's Twisted amalgamates the basic post-feminist woman-cop premises of Silence Of The Lambs and the Prime Suspect TV series so torpidly it feels less like entertainment than a community service sentence.
Twisted won't leave you wrung out, but it may put a crick in your neck. Trying to make sense of this ridiculous yet all too conventional movie will only make you cock your head quizzically, like a dog watching television.
Twisted's biggest mystery has nothing to do with its plot. The big question is how a first-rate director such as Phil Kaufman and a moderately first-rate cast headed by Ashley Judd became attached to this convoluted thriller wannabe.