Wanderings and … wonderings.

The acting from the leads wasn’t bad but the supporting cast – the usual stock array of minimally talented British actors – were just grating as hell every time they appeared, mostly at these ‘dinner parties’, blurting out the kind of dialogue that nobody in reality ever says. If it’s not a convincing milieu then I’m not taking the movie seriously, which wouldn’t be an issue aside from the fact it takes itself very seriously.

It all feels like a wasted opportunity given the striking opening scene, which is pretty much the premise and the poster. With a half-decent script and director, it could have been a contender (sorry). The thriller elements just weren’t necessary, and it would have been an infinitely better film if it dispensed with them by the 40-minute mark or completely, focusing instead on the trauma and survivor guilt.

Another pointless excursion into mediocrity.