Here's the setup: Lecteresque serial killer plies his trade on pregnant women. Eventually he gives himself up and confesses, but even while he's in prison, the killings continue. Next suspect (a copycat?) is caught. Killings continue. Next suspect is caught. Killings continue. What the hell is going on here?

H's delicious premise is muddied not only by some muddy filmmaking (courtesy of South Korea's Jong-hyuk Lee) and a really sleepy bunch of "good guys," including a heroine cop (Jung-ah Yum) who barely makes in impression on the viewer -- or, in the end, on any of the bad guys. Touted as "a cross between Seven and The Silence of the Lambs," that's an apt description for H ("you can't spell Hell without it!"), though its best elements are direct ripoffs from its forebears.

The ultimate revelation of H is neat, but ultimately the movie doesn't make a whole lot of sense. In fact, it's been made before (see Copycat) in renditions which have been much easier to follow.

H nonetheless has enough bright spots and well-done moments (though not for the squeamish) that it merits a cautious recommendation. Just don't be shocked if you end up feeling the "H" is for "Huh?" instead of "Hell."