The film is told from the point of view of a femme fatale (Charlotte Rampling) who falls in love with Byrne, who is investigating a murder. That’s pretty much the plot of every film noir ever produced, so the story checks out.

If the supporting cast fails to sell you on the film (Eddie Marsan? Bill Milner? Honor Blackman?), fear not. The plot sounds pretty damned hard-boiled. From the mouth of Embargo Films:

A man is found bludgeoned to death in a London apartment block. DCI Bernie Kominski, an insomniac dazed by the prospect of divorce, is first on the scene, but distracted from his duties by a brief encounter with a striking and enigmatic woman. Going through the motions of the case, Bernie’s thoughts return to the woman, Anna Welles, whom he tracks down and follows. When they finally meet at a singles’ party, the mutual attraction is instant, though Anna has no recollection of Bernie, or of the night they first met. As Bernie’s professional judgment battles with his desire for intimacy and love, the mystery deep within Anna’s mind finally unravels, revealing a truth too painful to bear.

Sounds promising. The fact that the director is a first-timer (Barnaby Southcombe) is offset by the fact that young Barnaby wrote the script, so perhaps he simply wants to tell his story his way. Never stand in the way of a Barnaby with something to prove. That’s what I never say.  (Playlist)