There's an interesting premise here, and Hodges builds a quiet and atmospheric sense of foreboding. But it never takes off. The story's unfocussed characters and situations are enticing at first, but they never resolve themselves at all. Key characters never fit into the story in a meaningful way; both Rampling and Stott play attention-grabbing people, but we have no idea who they are or how they're connected to Will. Owen is OK but far too muted and stone-faced for us to ever feel for him at all. Rhys-Meyers and Foreman both add some energy to their scenes, but Rhys Myers is once again strangely miscast while Foreman is too broad to be believable. And the script shares the blame as well, since Preston writes characters and scenes that don't exist in the real world. Everything feels stilted and fake; only Will's story has any momentum. And while Hodge adds some nice directorial touches here and there, the film is pretentious and lifeless, never taking advantage of the chance to grapple with its themes--trying to go home again, ending the cycle of violence, facing up to unfinished business. These are good filmmakers and actors, so it's sad to see how wrong they got it here.