This pretentious psychological thriller is low on actual thrills, or much of interest.
When we first meet May Canady, she's a little girl who wears an eye patch to correct a lazy eye condition.
On the first day of school, some kid says, "Are you a pirate?"
Apparently scarred for life from that remark, the next time we see her is at a sad birthday party where no kids show up.
As a comforting gesture, mom gives her a homemade doll that, because this is that kind of movie, is seriously the most astoundingly creepy thing ever made by anybody.
Fast forward to May as an adult. She's grown to be a socially awkward, weird, sociopathic loner whose best friend is that horror doll. Because some kid called her a pirate once.
But the camera focuses more than once on her bodacious booty, as does her crush Adam, who to get a piece of it is willing to overlook that May is obviously insane.
Meanwhile, her dim, lesbian co-worker (a terrible, scenery-chewing performance by Anna Faris) keeps coming on to her, ignoring the same thing Adam is, for the same reason.
When both let her down, May goes off the deep end, taking her mother's advice from long ago, "If you can't find a friend, make one," to grisly heart.
And that's it. After an hour of watching a mentally ill girl try to make friends with people, we're treated in the last 15 minutes to her chopping those people up.
This movie has nothing to say. There are no character arcs to follow for anyone, especially May, who we knew was a loon from the get-go.
And even those final 15 minutes are tedious, since it's obvious what she's doing. There's no big reveal about it. It's like watching somebody knit a sweater, but when they're done -- dom, dom, DOMMMM! -- yeah, it's a sweater.
After that, "May" makes a half-hearted attempt to shock in its closing moments, but it's too little, too late.
When we first meet May Canady, she's a little girl who wears an eye patch to correct a lazy eye condition.
On the first day of school, some kid says, "Are you a pirate?"
Apparently scarred for life from that remark, the next time we see her is at a sad birthday party where no kids show up.
As a comforting gesture, mom gives her a homemade doll that, because this is that kind of movie, is seriously the most astoundingly creepy thing ever made by anybody.
Fast forward to May as an adult. She's grown to be a socially awkward, weird, sociopathic loner whose best friend is that horror doll. Because some kid called her a pirate once.
But the camera focuses more than once on her bodacious booty, as does her crush Adam, who to get a piece of it is willing to overlook that May is obviously insane.
Meanwhile, her dim, lesbian co-worker (a terrible, scenery-chewing performance by Anna Faris) keeps coming on to her, ignoring the same thing Adam is, for the same reason.
When both let her down, May goes off the deep end, taking her mother's advice from long ago, "If you can't find a friend, make one," to grisly heart.
And that's it. After an hour of watching a mentally ill girl try to make friends with people, we're treated in the last 15 minutes to her chopping those people up.
This movie has nothing to say. There are no character arcs to follow for anyone, especially May, who we knew was a loon from the get-go.
And even those final 15 minutes are tedious, since it's obvious what she's doing. There's no big reveal about it. It's like watching somebody knit a sweater, but when they're done -- dom, dom, DOMMMM! -- yeah, it's a sweater.
After that, "May" makes a half-hearted attempt to shock in its closing moments, but it's too little, too late.