Genius, so much fiction tells us, is the flip side of madness. In this busy, woozy thriller, a psychotic park dweller known as the Caveman (Samuel L. Jackson) is afflicted with "brain typhoons" and visions of "moth-seraphs." That gives him just the intuition needed to sleuth out a murder case involving a chic photographer (Colm Feore) of the Mapplethorpe stripe. The Caveman has lapses of logic, but fewer than you will find in George Dawes Green's improbable script. Despite Jackson's typically bravura turn, this Valentine massacre marks a step backward for the gifted director of Eve's Bayou.
--By Richard Corliss...
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