This is a long book that takes a bit of commitment, but it's well worth it - especially if, as I do, you like a story concerning hidden strangeness.
The narrator of the novel is a film buff who gets involved in an LA fleapit cinema that specialises in off-centre works by cult directors. He fixates on one film-maker in particular, a kind of ultimate cult auteur figure by the name of Max Castle. At first, he can't fully work out why Castle's films fascinate him so much, but then it dawns on him that there is a very bizarre and disturbing quality that the films all possess - and it's when he starts to investigate this that the story begins to take an unexpected turn or two.
It's a kind of Butterfly Effect novel, beginning inauspiciously but finishing with a real "Oh my god!" ending. The only danger is that some may find the story rather far-fetched as it develops; but if you can overcome this and go with it, it's an entertaining, intriguing and quite chilling read.