The film almost manages to escape its premise. The characters of the kid and the pedophile are well-drawn, subtle, and three-dimensional–I’m genuinely interested in both of them. Past the 3/4 mark, though, the movie decides to start tying all the plot strands into neat bows, and then, worse, ends with a maddeningly overdetermined gunshot through the pedophile’s chest. Aesthetically boring, morally one-dimensional, totally chickenshit. As if the director asked John Ashcroft how best to end his film.