Blood

Yields to the worst cliche of all: the art film that goes absolutely nowhere.

A movie that uses digital video not as a technical gimmick but as an aesthetic tool -- in this case, a tool to pry open an essentially theatrical piece and pump in cinematic life, all without losing the intensity of the original stage experience.

What we have here is little more than two characters talking. And it's riveting.

A two-person play of a brother's and sister's verbal and physical battle with each other involving drugs, sex (including incest). Thoroughly unpleasant.