Spider  (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski)

Fiennes plays a troubled, unsmiling, loony with a minimal grasp on reality. Released from the institution, he is in a halfway house, and his re-introduction to the city causes him to re-experience the incidents that drove him to madness in his childhood. He rarely speaks, and when he does speak or write, it is in a language of his own devising.  It is a painfully languid movie, so slow and deliberate that if Andrei Tarkovsky were still alive and saw this movie, he'd be shouting "get on with it" at the screen. This thing makes Solaris seem like an Indiana Jones movie. Not only does it move slowly, but when something does happen, the screen action is often silent or in Fiennes's incomprehensible idiolect. Worse than that, it is a psychological mystery which is 98 minutes long, in which the solution is obvious after about ten minutes. It would have been obvious even sooner, except that the first nine minutes consist solely of Fiennes mumbling, crawling, drooling on his old worn shoes, and holding his hands at odd angles.

You know, the usual "loony schtick".

Once he stopped grimacing and babbling, we realize that there is some kind of mystery, and it is then completely obvious what the solution must be. Unfortunately, the transparent mystery means that we have to endure 88 additional minutes of drooling and delusional flashbacks until the director chooses to reveal what we can already see.

The visuals are imagined well, and the acting is great. Miranda Richardson plays three parts. Well, she actually plays one part which is completely her own, and she shares two other parts with other women. This quirky shared casting is related to the delusions inherent when the film assumes the POV of the Fiennes character.

Ralph Fiennes himself plays a troubled, humorless soul better than anyone in the world. Even better than Jeremy Irons. In fact, he makes Irons seem as zany and devil-may-care as Dean Martin.