Really bad. Pretentious. Clunky. Nonsensical. Poorly scripted. Felt sorry for the actors (most of them anyway). This is the kind of thing they did well in the 1960s - films full of brooding menace and sexual tension that used to air on BBC2 on Sunday nights. This was just a mash-up of bad psychoanalytical babble that made you wish you were thirty years younger and had you yearning for the first time you saw something like this that wasn't a pile of badly highly strung jibber jabber. Toni Collette - why! Patrick Malahide - why! David Threlfall - why! Eddie Redmayne - well, maybe not Eddie Redmayne. I knew it was going to stiff after the first major scene when our Ed goes on about the Cathars. Coincidentally (or not... spooky...) the last film I saw with Ed in when I made the mistake of staying up late to watch it on TV (you never know, the next Unman, Wittering & Zigo may just be around the corner, you have to kiss a lot of frogs...)was about...the Cathars. Are all his films about the Cathars?
Review of Murderous Intent
