Fluidly lensed and unsettling for an hour, writer/director Kieron Hawkes' debut thins out badly in the final third, leaving the charismatic Anderson to prop it up.
| Original Score: 3/5
It's a shame that so much talent and energy is placed in the service of a story that feels like it has been told far too many times before.
| Original Score: 41/100
Capable but monotonous, it ends with a predictable twist that has a distinguished literary lineage.
The general topic is too titillating in execution to fully influence any worthy debate into the effects of isolating grief...
| Original Score: 2/5
From the clunky dialogue and dreary voice-over narration, it sounds as though director Kieron Hawkes has swallowed a GCSE psychology textbook and regurgitated gobbets of half-digested psychobabble all over the screenplay.
It's a British rite-of-passage crime thriller, because it opens with a closeup of the protagonist's face and a voiceover that says "That's me".
Too dull, too often.
A dime-a-dozen, not entirely terrible London thriller.
A nasty Brit thriller that achieves the impossible and has you actually pining for Danny Dyer.
Hawkes has bags of technical talent. If only he'd applied it to a script where we cared about the characters.