Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum

Part supernatural thriller, part Oliver Sacks-style meditation on the neurological mysteries of perception, and part Buddhist treatise on reincarnation, the story luxuriates in shadows.

Washington Post by Stephen Hunter

Although almost nothing about The Eye is surprising, the movie is nevertheless engrossing, as it mutates from horror movie to ghost story to psychological drama to disaster flick (a late, stunning twist). It casts a spell strong enough that viewers won't want to look away.

Newsweek by David Ansen

Despite an overwrought finale, this stylish horror film is genuinely creepy. See it before the inevitable Hollywood remake.

Los Angeles Times by Manohla Dargis

Their (filmmakers Oxide and Danny Pang) sense of pacing is nicely arrhythmic, which makes the "boo" moments all the more heart-thudding, but what's even more pleasurable are the pockets of quiet, those lacuna of low-frequency dread when nothing much happens.

Washington Post by Desson Thomson

The Pang brothers bring you into a surrealistically memorable ghost world of the beyond. It's also refreshing to have two forceful young women (Mun and Ling) at the center of the story.

Seattle Post-Intelligencer by Sean Axmaker

The Pangs are at their best playing in the style sandbox, creating shivery imagery and eerie moods while exploring nothing deeper than irony and unease, as their climax so effectively demonstrates.

L.A. Weekly

Genuinely scary, especially when it strays from its lame plot to orchestrate some beautifully chilling set pieces, including one in the world's slowest elevator that'll raise the hairs on the back of even the most weary genre fan's neck.

Salon by Andrew O'Hehir

Although I have mixed feelings about The Eye, there's no question the Pangs have a natural talent for cinema. They create bright, unfussy images and work terrifically with actors.

Austin Chronicle by Marrit Ingman

This moody Hong Kong thriller puts a stylish new spin on the old "Hands of Orlac" horror motif.

The A.V. Club by Keith Phipps

For a while, it's a dark, insubstantial treat.