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Outside a mountain town grappling with a series of abductions and murders, Paul (Antonio Banderas), a reclusive writer, struggles to start what he hopes will be a career-saving screenplay. After a tense encounter at a diner with a drifter named Jack (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), Paul offers Jack a place to stay-and soon the edgy, demanding Jack muscles his way into Paul's work. As a storm cuts off power to the isolated cabin, the two men begin a jagged game of one-upmanship that will bring at least one tale to an end.
Thanks to tight direction by Brian Goodman and lively performances from Antonio Banderas and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, the film's engaging even when it's ridiculous.
Likely to divide audience with its twists and turns, but it's rarely dull, perhaps best appreciated as a higher minded exploitation effort than a brain-bleeder with occasionally iffy working parts.
Black Butterfly plays as little more than the act of snickering adolescents toying with their audience, complete with an insulting final scene that confirms the film as a total waste of time.
It doesn't make much sense up until [the third act], and once we do have an understanding of what was happening ... suddenly things stop making sense in a different way.
A charmless, nonsensical thriller that doubles as a hack screenwriter's wet dream, filled to the brim with faux-insights that wouldn't impress even the most inattentive college freshmen.