"Sleuth" is one of those films where two characters talk and the dialogue is so intelligent that suspense grows logically up to an extraordinary outcome. Well, this film perhaps wanted to be an imitation of Sleuth but is not it; not by a long stretch. In The Caller the female character overacts histerically and yells for no reason, while the male behaves ridiculously most of the time, pretending to be sophisticated or exotic. Both fail miserably. After a few minutes we still don't know what could be the point of all that arguing and yelling, but we surely could appreciate that the dialogue is utterly artificial. Real people do not behave like them.
Then it comes (out of the blue) the utterly utterly ridiculous sci-fi ending. The makers could have decided that one or both characters were in fact vampires, or zombies, or patients in an expensive madhouse, or it was all just a dream. It wouldn't matter: only far better screenwriting could have saved this monstrosity of a film but regrettably, the necessary talent wasn't there. Two hours wasted and viewers were insulted by the makers.
Then it comes (out of the blue) the utterly utterly ridiculous sci-fi ending. The makers could have decided that one or both characters were in fact vampires, or zombies, or patients in an expensive madhouse, or it was all just a dream. It wouldn't matter: only far better screenwriting could have saved this monstrosity of a film but regrettably, the necessary talent wasn't there. Two hours wasted and viewers were insulted by the makers.