Judged by any rational scale of criticism, Running Scared (Paul Walker, not Billy Crystal) is a mess. An extremely energetic, occasionally visually inspired mess, to be sure, but, nonetheless, this designer stubbly Tarantinoid crime saga is largely, as my colleague Lindy West once aptly put it, “a shiny, stylized, exploding pile of suck.”

But.

Approximately an hour in, there’s a sequence where a little boy on the run stumbles into a clean-cut couple’s apartment, and things get … weird. Unsettlingly, rather brilliantly fairy tale weird. So queasily weird, honestly, that it temporarily vaults the picture into that rarified zone where it feels like absolutely anything is possible. (Then it proceeds to get dumb again, but I digress.) Anyway, dig this, and keep your eyes on the shadows.

(Thanks to commenter “moviefan” for the suggestion.)