Early on, Cooper is introduced to a painfully shallow (and painfully stereotypical) art gallery manager, played by Brooke Shields, who informs him his art isn't brave enough to interest anyone. Wounded by the critique, he roams the streets at night looking for the darkest, most dangerous photographs he can get. The first great photograph, according to Shields, depicts the attempted rape of a woman by subway thugs. Three more pictures like that, she says, and Cooper will earn a spot in her next gallery.
I only vaguely remember the original story from Clive Barker's Books of Blood, which is odd considering I distinctly remember so many of the other stories from that volume. If memory serves me correctly, it was a good horror story squeezed in between a bunch of great ones. To be fair, I'm frequently underwhelmed by adaptations of Barker's work even though I can't get enough of them. I'm just curious why the filmmakers chose this story over some of the others in the series (cheapest to film, perhaps?).
When the movie isn't going full Matrix with its gore, it looks great and the performances are better than this script deserves. I love these kinds of high concepts, and I love characters who are helplessly drawn to the shadows, but the story just failed to excite me. It's a shame, too, because there are some very watchable moments here. I especially liked Bibb's acting when she realizes her lover is going insane.