There's still one kind of dread that today's genre filmmakers can reliably stir up: that fear that everything we've been watching onscreen is going to be upended by some last-minute twist, that all the clues and portents we've puzzled over will be swept away in favor of some revelation so big that nothing preceding it actually needs to add up to it — like, what if the whole time Kevin Spacey's just been making it all up as a story to soothe his dog? And maybe the dog's actually been dead since the first scene? (Kevin... More >>>