Bloodline

communicates the monotonous experience of parenting an infant: the glow of the baby monitor in the middle of the night, the sound of the sticky fasteners on diapers, the cacophony of screams.

Seeing a low-budget film with this much visual gusto is refreshing, and I enjoyed the way Jacobson and his team used color and shadows throughout the film.

Bloodline is best when it pontificates on its own place in the world, eventually suggesting that a new perspective on Christ's life might be the true resurrection.

Hepburn, the young heiress to a pharmaceuticals fortune, is the target of death threats, and no one can figure out who the miscreant is.