Another in a long line of tricky psychological mind-fuck flicks in which all is
not as it seems, November looks terrific—in a murky, grayish-green kind
of way—but amounts to nothing much. Los Angeles photography teacher Sophie (Cox)
is racked by survivor's guilt after her boyfriend is murdered in a convenience
store. But wait: Benjamin Brand's script rehashes the initial events two more
times, shuffling the elements, piling on the creepy details and telegraphing the
"surprise" ending. As a no-nonsense cop remarks of Sophie's chic out-of-focus
photos, it's all too arty for its own good.