The film relies on terse dialogue and boggy colors to create an atmosphere dense with anxiety -- all well handled by director James March.

A respectable political/psychological suspenser, but not a wildly entertaining or enjoyable one.

A tautly minimalist, occasionally generic study of betrayal and family ties.

[Riseborough's] work is indrawn and riveting. It's hard to read the look in her eye, but we never stop trying.

This British thriller by James Marsh is a little too neatly scripted and tightly edited for my taste, but there are galvanizing performances from Andrea Riseborough... and Clive Owen.