All the right neo-noir moves are made in this low-budget indie thriller, but to little effect.
Michael Shannon is his usual intense self as a gin-soaked gumshoe who’s all at sea in a modern world of cameraphones, smoking bans and cops on segways, but his mission – to tail a mystery man taking a young boy across America – fails to grip.
Still, there’s strong support from Amy Ryan while fans of Shannon (and who isn’t?) should enjoy his grumpy, slurred riff on a hard-boiled PI, delivered with a fire behind the eyes which bodes well for his take on General Zod.
