Great atmospherics. A good take on aging and isolation. Rampling is superb as an older-middle aged, lonely divorcé entering the dating scene. Byrne fantastic as the flawed, troubled detective, trying to track down the killer of a sleazy drug dealer.
My "but" here is Rampling's character Anna. She has a back story, to be sure. Her use of public pay phones -- where would you even find them even in London of eight years ago? -- hints at this. So does the never-seen bedroom in her apartment. So far, so good. But the reveal is a five-second shot in a police station, which I almost missed if I had not paused and gone back a minute or two. And the eventual expansion of that bit of information in the last 15 minutes of the movie is ambiguous at best.
Byrne's detective is not given much of a story either. He has separated from his wife and living in a central London hotel -- kind of expensive for his presumed salary, I think -- but that's all we know. The plot involving the first suspect, a 15-year old step son of the victim, seems a bit tacked on.
That said, the directing and cinematography is haunting. London's brutalist Barbican development looks cold and mildly sinister. (Americans may think it is a low income housing project but the residents are actually middle class, professional types).
One of the spookiest scenes: Anna is in the ladies room at the Hilton, where the speed dating takes place. She encounters a much older woman, perhaps in her 70s, over dressed, too much makeup, and far too old for the crowd outside, who encourages Anna to "go for it." Just 30 seconds of the movie but I keep thinking, what's HER story? Is she even real? Restroom advice is always pretty bad in movies -- think of the Shining and Jack Nicholson' chat with the bartender -- but this proves to be a pivotal point in the film.
So great acting. Excellent directing. This movie would warrant a nine on my star-scale, were it not for the script.
