Peppered with the kind of beautifully executed sequences that have drawn favorable comparisons to Hitchcock, imbued with a playful macabre streak so predominant in his best works, and fueled by a handful of genuinely fascinating ideas, Alex de la Iglesia’s The Oxford Murders
is nonetheless a frustrating viewing experience. Uncompromisingly bookish, the film’s many positive features are buried in a heap of interminable, overly rich dialogue so steeped in mathematical theory that the film should come with subtitles for the arithmetically impaired. Yet The Oxford Murders
does display enough of the director's stylistic flair to hint that there’s some real t...