A voyeur's delight.

An audaciously unique and exciting film, not as successful as an A-to-Z story as it is mind-expanding as a vision of what the cinema can do.

If the satire feels familiar, and the dramatics often contrived, there's rarely a moment here when something funny, intense or cleverly interconnected doesn't keep one's synapses firing on overdrive.

We're afforded the illusion of an omniscience so complete as to mark a pioneering breakthrough in movie storytelling, one not to be missed.

It's amazing to see a film so brazenly experimental, so committed to reflecting on the circumstances and techniques of its making, that is at the same time so intent upon delivering old-fashioned cinematic pleasures like humor and pathos, character and plot.

The movie world could use more stunts as entertaining and innovative as this one.

A clever way of providing crucial layering and heightening a hip, satirical take on bad old Hollywood ways.

We become so absorbed in the ramifications of the techniques involved that a more challenging plot might have resulted in sensory overload.

This is a big, audacious stunt of a movie -- pointless, perhaps, but incredibly fun to play with.

It would be even more impressive if the story and characters lived up to the inventive techniques, though.

Is the story being told worth a movie on its own merits? No way. Time Code exists as an esthetic event -- either a trick or a treat, depending on your expectations.

I'm glad I saw the film. It challenged me.

Once you get the hang of Figgis' own brand of coercion -- one based on an intricate sound design and musical score -- you find yourself happily going along for the ride.

Like a good supermarket tabloid, Time Code grabs - and keeps - our attention.