Machinist, The

The hero's existential horror film, Trevor Reznik is a lonely, withdrawn and quiet young man. Except it looks a little rough around the edges, looks like thousands of ordinary young men, who in the evening they come in from work, often talk together with the waitress from the cafe and sometimes its more explicit desire to meet through the professionals - and then go to sleep. Trevor, however, sleep can't - I suffer from insomnia, which, however, has nothing to do with the banal insomnia, forcing you to brew your first cup of coffee at the crack of dawn. Physically and mentally exhausted young man, working in a greasy shop with a lathe, for months struggling with the nightmare from which you cannot wake. His role in it plays a scary accident, already Trevor was caused (or perhaps not?), colleagues from work, trevor's favorite call girl Stevie, the mysterious bald guy Ivan and sympathetic waitress Marie. One of them is, however, a real and no pretense? Is Trevor the victim of some weird game, or he is a ruthless manipulator?