I could never figure out the relationships between the characters. That seemed to be where the real film lay, but instead the decision was made to make a film about an incident that happened after the real story had taken place. In fact, there seemed to be lots of interesting stories alluded to, but the one we were presented with was the most ghoulish and the least satisfactory.
Who was the guy getting beaten up in the woods? He had a needy wife, had been in prison... there was a story there. Maybe that was the better story.
Then, there is the scene where Davey takes the cab home, and meets the hippie cab driver. Davey chides him about the orange cab, the cab breaks down, and the driver decides to move to New York. We watch both men walk away from the cab, and I was disappointed to have to follow Davey. I wanted to go to NY with the driver.
I kept waiting for Clive Owen and Charlotte Rampling to have something to do, something to react about, something reason to raise their voices above a monotone, some reason to show who they were. Never came.
Who was the guy getting beaten up in the woods? He had a needy wife, had been in prison... there was a story there. Maybe that was the better story.
Then, there is the scene where Davey takes the cab home, and meets the hippie cab driver. Davey chides him about the orange cab, the cab breaks down, and the driver decides to move to New York. We watch both men walk away from the cab, and I was disappointed to have to follow Davey. I wanted to go to NY with the driver.
I kept waiting for Clive Owen and Charlotte Rampling to have something to do, something to react about, something reason to raise their voices above a monotone, some reason to show who they were. Never came.