Filmmakers, and, concurrently, the movies they create, live and die by the always crucial “ending.” You know, the final moments before audience members rise up from their seats and applaud, groan, excitedly provoke heated debates and conversations, or speed home to angrily bombard the IMDb message boards with vitriol. And we can sympathize with those cyber haters. There’s nothing worse than realizing that you’ll never get back those 90-plus minutes that a poorly wrapped up movie stole.

Today, there’s a new psychological thriller opening in limited release, called Red Lights, and it’s two-thirds of a solid, creepy exercise in paranormal suspense. Cillian Murphy and Sigourney Weaver headline writer-director Rodrigo Cortes’ flick, which follows a couple of supernatural-debunkers who are determined to prove that a world-famous psychic (played by Robert De Niro) is a fraud.

Be warned, though, because once the truth comes out, and Murphy comes face-to-face with De Niro’s capabilities, Red Lights abandons logic and explains its events with a preposterous resolution. Cortes shouldn’t feel too bad, however—the film’s wannabe shocker of a reveal is dire, but it’s nowhere near as dreadful as those included in our list of The 10 Worst Movie Twists. Spoilers abound, obviously, but, in this case, we’re saving you precious time, not spilling any valuable beans.

Written by Matt Barone (@MBarone)

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