The Movie: A restrained Robin Williams is almost as surreal as the rapid-fire, stream-of-consciousness Williams we all know. Such is the conceit of One Hour Photo-the weirdness of turning an irrepressible comedic star into an utterly bland, repressed man, who creepily stalks a glam young family via the photo-processing counter he runs at a discount department store. And while Williams performs admirably, the movie assumes his character's worldview and tells its story in a blandly restrained way. The effect is meaningless. Though writer-director Mark Romanek avoids most horror-movie clichés, he supplants them with film-school pseudo-profundities-fetishized machinery; clean, well-lit sets; portent-filled silences; and colorless dialogue. Lo, the emptiness of modern life! Lamest of all, the movie ends with a pat explanation for our nowhere man's deeply rooted problems (could it be something horrible that happened during his childhood?).

The Disc: Williams has fun riffing on Charlie Rose while promoting the movie, and though most of the making-of material isn't terribly interesting, the commentary track offers Williams's Mystery Science Theater 3000-style wisecracks and Romanek's straightforward analysis (he actually critiques one scene for having “mediocre” writing-and he's right).

--H.K.