Preposterous doesn’t even begin to describe this movie, so I’ll try to paint you a picture: Michiel Huisman plays a New York City air traffic controller who begins to notice a repetition of sounds and events in his life that happen at exactly the same time everyday. Hallucinations? Dreams? Signs? Your head will explode trying to figure this one out. I’ve seen my share of movies that deal with “fate” and “coincidence”, but I’ve never seen a story that doesn’t add up at all. Nothing makes sense in this confusing mess. Nothing. The last 10 minutes of the movie, when the explanations” come, degenerate into a complete shit-fest, that you begin to wonder if it’s time to walk out and ask for your money back. Do it. In terms of story, acting, and imagination, “2:22” is an embarrassment of epic proportions. The year’s still young, but this could well be the worst movie you’ll see this year. You’ve been warned.