Reflection in a Dead Diamond cares not a jot for the confines of conventional narrative and identification. This is cinema as bombardment, as fetish, as swooning fan collage.

Cattet and Forzani’s latest reconfigures the 1960s Europsy feature for a kaleidoscopic, violent vision of self-identity and fading memories.

The energy and style serve as an homage to Euro-spy thrillers of the past, but the technique also accomplishes something that’s been tried multiple times but not quite so well: translating the visual tack -- and smack -- of a graphic novel into cinema.

A wild sensory ride that ramps up the cool and stylish elements of the action genre.