What seemed at first to be another psycho-thriller-slasher movie breaks one's preconceived notions of what entertainment can mean when you are watching it in the wee hours of a typhoon hounded morning. Nothing can seem more gripping, heart-pounding and teeth grinding than watching The Tall Man slowly unravel my paradigm of what a typical out-of-hollywood movie production can deliver, at least in the realm of gruesome nothingness thrown about in the field of the story, for the sake of the need to deliver gruesomeness. Instead, the viewer is faced with profound socio-economic-moral questions about responsibility, social justice, parenthood, dignity, right and conscience.
Julia Denning aspired to bring new life, a better life, to those children unlucky enough to be born into a life of deprivation, hopelessness and want. A pretend-life she led, indeed, sacrificing her own husband's and herself from living a normal life as a couple. The pervasive incidence of missing children in Cold Rock, British Columbia was for most seemingly senseless and brutal, an insult to an already grim life punctuated by poverty and hopelessness.
Julia's facade will eventually be taken down, and she held her own, sacrificing the truth, and in the process, ensuring her own inevitable confinement behind the walls of the prison, to secure forever the life she believes, and her organizations believes, the children deserve. Jenny Weaver, born to suffering, eventually unearths the enigma of the Tall Man and pleads Julia to be introduced to him. After Julia's imprisonment, Jenny was eventually taken by the Tall Man. The movie ends with Jenny, now with her "third mother", secure and seemingly content with her life. However, being older than the other kids taken, there is that nagging question lurking at the back of her mind, did she do the right thing? Jenny invites the viewers to answer her queries, but in fact, invites them to an even deeper question - do children have the right to be born to a secure life?
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