Stars: Clive Owen, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Jamie Foreman, Charlotte Rampling, Malcolm McDowell
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Rating: R (Restricted)
Runtime: 103 minutes
Mike Hodges and Clive Owen, director and star of the stylish 1998 crime drama Croupier, team again in this moody, almost contemplative thriller about a former gangster, Will Graham (Owen), who returns to London after a lengthy self-exile. In a tragic coincidence, Will's brother, Davey (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), has just committed suicide following a rape by a wealthy car dealer (Malcolm McDowell). Convinced there is more to Davey's death than meets the eye, Will--arguing he is nothing like his old, violent, urban self--slowly evolves again into a formidable criminal. Hodges and screenwriter Trevor Preston emphasize tone and spiritual inference over precise character motivation. Not everything that can be known about Will (especially his rocky psychological state and history with a former lover, played by Charlotte Rampling) is expressly stated. But one can feel his stifled nature rising, paradoxically, toward revenge, and his final actions have an existential power and mystery. --Tom Keogh
Look at me. Look at what I've become. I sometimes don't talk to another living soul for fucking days, weeks. I'm always on the move. I trust no one, nothing. And it's got fuck-all to do with escape or withdrawal or fear. It's grief. For a life wasted. And now there's Davey. Another fucking wasted life. And I'm gonna find out why.
How much was he turning? There was nearly eleven grand in that flat. You don't get that sort of money dealing the odd gram.
He was webbed up with all the beautiful people. They have more money than sense. He stiffed them a little. They didn't have a clue what they were buying. They get off on a line of powdered fucking rat shit.
You think you've changed, do you? You haven't changed. Not really. People like us don't change. Not deep down.
Arnie, you're wrong. You're wrong about most things most of the time, mate.
You know, all your life, you've raced this city. It's in your blood. You think living like a fucking animal in the back of a van is gonna change that? Do you? Cause nothing changes. Not really. You look at Frank Turner. He's still bad to the fucking bone. And he's gonna come for you, mate. He has to. It's on you, Will. But you knew that. You knew that the moment you stepped back in this city. You knew that there were gonna be bodies, someone's going to die. But then I think that's what you want.
What was he into? He was always into something.
Well, he didn't owe no one. I mean, no one was putting the hand on him, if that's what you mean. Everyone loved him, Will.
There's nothing to tell.
Don't lie to me.
He's dead. What does it matter?
It matters. Of course it fucking matters. I wanna know why he died the way he died. I wanna know why he sat in a bath of cold water for twelve hours in his clothes, and then cut his throat. I want the fucking truth now.
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