I laughed when I saw that the date on the screen for when things went bad for the person was December 23, because that's my birthday. I won't say what year, it isn't important. The most any one is going to remember about a movie called: The Number 23, was that every one bagged on it, those that saw it...except me, because I liked it. Sure, it was frustrating and stupid and lame in bits because it stretched a bit far and unfortunately didn't quite make it in the verisimilitude department, but it's reach, ours; wouldn't be worth it if it did not exceed its grasp.
It's message is to O.J. Simpson, it's message is to people who get bit by dogs and somehow think nothing of the obvious like get your fucking rabies shots now, or find the dog and find out if...
But really, do the right thing...do what's right. Don't cut yourself short just because you're frustrated and you don't believe. There's always time and chance to change and for you to do the right thing...he fucked up, he denied it and it caused him problems. Maybe his wife knew, perhaps not...doesn't matter. What matters is that he confronted the past, the problems and fixed them. That made all the difference in the world. All the killings and wanting to kill...and oh my goodness, the suicides in this film! You don't need to do that...that's a big one, ginormous...it isn't worth it...sure, bag on the film, but it's got a lot of great stuff in it, that really doesn't deserve all the punishment people are ladling out. That's my stance. Are you in good hands now?