A real letdown in which a provocative premise (LaBute’s speciality) is steamrolled by the dictates of the thriller genre (not his specialty). While it starts off strongly, giving us scenes of intense, racially charged interpersonal friction that illustrate how prejudice doesn’t just come from both sides, but from all sides, it gradually takes on a bland sense of efficiency, replacing its thoughtful shades of gray with increasingly obvious villainy to the point that there’s nothing left to do but soldier on to the de-facto violent climax, which rages beneath a symbolically heavy brushfire that at least provides a semblance of a coda that’s worth thinking about. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)