Release Date: 5th September 2014
Certification: 15
Time: 92 minutes
Directed by: Rowan Joffe
Starring: Nicole Kidman, Colin Firth, Mark Strong
Looks like Oscar winner Colin Firth and Nicole Kidman are on a quest in 2014 prepared to play festivals wrong yawning exclusively. This is the second time their paths crossed this year. Goods also husband and wife, mediocre in January historical drama The Way of Iron Man and Devil's Knot errors individually and Grace of Monaco before bedtime a thriller with all the tension and the class of a true life story of Take a Break magazine, conveniently between these cover stories exists, "wrote poems ... then he attacked me with a knife Butcher". To the front line of this story show, of course, spoil the "revelation" of two-thirds of the way through, but it is likely that those who have seen more than 3 films in their life, have thought up to that point, and looks forward to the characters to catch up.
Christine Lucas (Kidman) wakes up every morning in a strange bed next to a stranger (Firth). Of course, scared and confused, wakes foreign and tries to comfort her by relaying his story to this day. Her husband Ben hen, as she suffers from severe amnesia and forgets the previous day every time she goes to sleep. Stroll dark room while Ben goes to work, Christine will start receiving calls Dr. Nash (Strong); a physician who is called to remember every morning to record a video diary about it every day, and keep it a secret from her husband. This method allows to reveal some secrets about her past, what supports his brazen revelation, by a sequence with some ridiculously bad Photoshop.
Director Rowan Joffe is clearly an atmosphere of Hitchcock, but far from the mark. A 94 minutes, which should feel good and decent pace. Instead, soft and slow feels it the repeatability of the core principle is not used with the same sense of mystery that pervades much more fascinating thriller Memento amnesia. Feels like an episode of a TV-derivative as a crime Criminal Minds and that is dangerous to a type of victim porn where women are redirected to our central sign of friendship, but also the victims of the terrible abuse be.
Some of these shortcomings are the fault of the original material (based on a novel of the same name), but there is too much talent involved in this case, so exquisitely produce a shoddy piece of nonsense. Kidman does her best Housewife feel vulnerable shudder, while Colin Firth is vague unbalanced and strong is beautiful, but disturbing. These are not good characters are cardboard cutouts just walk with an ounce of humanity or personality between them. Not only that, but has a real bad taste in the mouth leaves before you sleep poorly and has nothing to say. It is a film of misogyny sentenced while fucking same misogyny of entertainment. It feels as if it was too late for 20 years; which was released in the early nineties with Michael Douglas and Cher. In an ironic twist of receipt, at least we could have forgotten it and moved on.
★ ☆☆☆☆
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