The Man Next Door (Mariano Cohn & Gaston Duprat, 2009)

Wastes a few neat shots, including one with mirrors that's pretty excellent, and a house that is a ridiculously great feat of interior design, with an extremely on the nose "satire" of how rich people are jerks. An attempt to do one of those "pull the rug out" movies, in which the person you think you identify with is not the person and it turns out the other guy who was maybe scary and intimidating and boorish and a jerk at least has his heart in the right place and is a much less awful person when push comes to shove. There really isn't much to say about the movie beyond that, as the machinations it's going for are so apparent from the first few scenes that there's no surprise. I would've been just as happy and satisfied to say, "Oh, I see where this is going" and left half an hour into it.