Stranded at a desolate Nevada motel during a nasty rainstorm, ten strangers become acquainted with each other when they realize that they're being killed off one by one.
I know who I am. I know the life that I had lived and have left behind. You can’t tell me otherwise. You can’t tell me that I’m wrong because I know I’m alive, and I can feel. And I can bleed, and I am not this other man that you believe me to be. I am me.
Gruesome murders painted the childhood of one so young, and he was left alone too long in the hands of death. His mind shattered, flooded with conflict and rage, and his thoughts rained down hard against the walls to his world. And as a storm surged within did his mind struggle to understand, pull the pieces of the puzzle together, but there were still too many unanswered questions. And death held close, covering his eyes from the truth.
The rain was falling heavier now, and water covered the roads. The bridge was out, and gears were put into reverse. And tires turned toward a motel, a haven for those caught out in this storm, but there would be no sanctuary found here. And as a group of strangers settle in for a long night did murder begin to rise, and one by one, they were numbered for the kill.
And now only a handful of strangers remained, struggling to explain the mysterious murders that surrounded them, but the only suspects were each other. And nobody was to be trusted or left out of sight, and as they struggled to stay alive did dark realizations begin to surface. And they discover that they were not brought together by chance, and for them to survive, they would need each other. But not everyone is who they believe them to be.
As death draws closer, the villain appears, and the good guy realizes that he is the only one that can stop him. But was he too late, and if they faced off, would he survive? But did his life matter, or did the one that touched his heart matter more? And through his death would she find sanctuary, life under the orange grove?
Layers and layers of personality are peeled back, but who are we really? And as we dig deeper do we come closer to the truth, but do we dare know our true selves? Would we find the good guy waiting to live another day, or would we find a darkness growing within? “As I was walking up the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. Oh how I wish he'd go away.”
The rains of mystery are falling hard, and innocence is shattered. And the cold touch of murder digs in deep, and intricate lines are drawn together. And nothing is what it seems, and as the storyline twists and turns do we fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. And as the ending begins to rise do the skies finally clear, but the storm is far from over. And memories of characters flooded with life shine through the heart and soul of a powerful cast of actors, and with direction and production are our minds left shaken to its core. And this movie, Identity is a whirlwind that will spin you round and round no matter how many times you continue to watch it.
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