NyQuil terrifies me. Whenever I take it, my mind dims and slides into the backseat. I hope I never have to take the drugs in Side Effects because apparently the side effect of one of them is murdering your loved ones in your sleep.
As the killer’s psychiatrist, Jude Law has a lot of questions on his mind. Then he starts to show his own symptoms of mental strain as the fallout ripples into his struggling practice and precarious marriage. What is everybody hiding? Is something deeper going on? When a movie has you asking yourself these questions, it’s probably a good one.