As soon as the opening credits begin, it hits you: Here we go again. Nightwatch is yet another installment in a seemingly inexhaustible string of stylish, sadistic serial-killer movies inspired by Seven. This time out, Ewan McGregor plays a law-school student who takes a job as a night watchman in a morgue. (What, McDonald's isn't hiring?) Soon, he finds himself framed for a series of sick prostitute murders. Playing the red herring is his thrill-seeking buddy Josh Brolin, who all but shouts, "I'm the killer!" so often that we know he's not the killer. Nick Nolte plays one of the only two cops in town—or so the film would have you believe—the kind who spouts metaphysical nonsense about the "hows" and "whys" that drive serial killers to their dastardly duty. The first half of the much-delayed Nightwatch (which Danish director Ole Bornedal remade from his own Nattevagten with some script help from Steven Soderbergh, who's no John Sayles in the B-movie department) is creepy and claustrophobic, borrowing from indoor frightfests like Halloween II—yes, the second one—and The Shining. But as soon as the killer's identity is revealed, Nightwatch gets a bad case of the stupids. Leads go uninvestigated. Evidence disappears. Common sense is traded for unsettling scenes of torture. Bornedal traps us with his protagonists, but unlike the poor fools suffering on screen, we're free to leave at any moment. At a few points, such as scenes featuring the mental and physical abuse of a 17-year-old hooker who dreams of traveling to the Himalayas, you may wish to exercise that option.