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Peter Lorre lives again! Or, at least, his bountiful inspiration brings him back to us with a stunningly imaginative, Lorre-esque character and a storyline that serves - in more ways than one.

We meet a dear little fellow named Georg, who has a soft, sensuous voice, large, soulful eyes, and an incredibly expressive face, capable of conveying his feelings and intentions without saying a word.

He does have words, though, and can interact with his (so-called) fellow humans, but it's hard for him to know who to trust, who will truly understand him.

You see, Georg is possessed of an overwhelming hunger. Some would say he IS an overwhelming hunger.

You would be hard-pressed to find another being so dedicated and driven by this need. For in Georg, need and want comingle. He must consume, nourish, engulf, devour. And we're not talking about sitting down to a full-course meal in a restaurant, either. No. We're talking your friend, your neighbor, your boss, your enemy.

We're talking even yourself.

If you like a bit of quirk with your horror, if you like experiencing the delight of an unexpectedly sympathetic anti-hero, if you're open to the shiver and scintillation of edgily sensual scenes, and if you enjoy turning back the pages of time - Vienna in 1925, Berlin in 1928, and New York in 1965 - then pick up "The Fresser Files" and indulge in a cinematic journey with this strange, irrepressibly hungry little man. You may find yourself rooting for him. I know I did!