My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done

What they deliver is the sort of fake mysticism that usually ensues when secular intellectuals try to plumb the depths of religious faith.

Oddly understated, it's nevertheless as unnerving a vision of disintegration in suburbia as you'd expect from director Werner Herzog and producer David Lynch.

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done finds God in a cereal box and Satan on an ostrich farm.

The result feels like Herzog handed his camera and script to Shannon’s character Brad and let him direct.