I'm not sure, but I think this movie will hit folks differently depending on how they identify with the main character, Lee Chandler. For me, as a Dad of little kids, I was absolutely crushed. I felt the pain, the dread, the self hate, and his detachment from reality. One careless mistake, and he lost his babies forever. I simply couldn't get over it. Days later, I replayed scenes from this movie.
Casey did a wonderful job portraying the lead character. I was frustrated with him when I didn't understand why he was so detached. And when the source of his pain was revealed, I was angry with him that he didn't display more emotion . . . why didn't he ever mention their names? why didn't he cry when his brother died? why did that freaking camera not show the front of the three picture frames?!?
But then I understood. Lee didn't have to emote or clutch the photos of his lost kids to his bosom. His hurt, pain, helplessness, loneliness, depression, and loss were written all over his face, affect, and mood. He was broken! He wasn't there anymore, not really anyway. Masterfully done, Casey. This one got to me. Cheers.