One year after the abduction of their son, a policeman, David, and his wife, Sarah, continue to fall into a vortex of guilt and despair. David, a New York City policeman, attempts a more traditional form of healing, only to lose his moral compass. Sarah goes down an unexpected path towards acceptance as she places herself in increasingly dangerous situations.
A film with two very strong central performances from a pair of underrated actors that falters by being so self-aware of the tortured existence it's attempting to capture.
Wilson and Wilde have a light touch that makes them perfect for the comedies they often make. Here, Morano leads them to much darker places, and they plunge right in.
The leads make unbearable pain bearable to watch - Wilson is the sympathetic everyman once again, while Wilde displays depths of feeling she's rarely gotten the chance to exhibit before.
Reed Morano, an accomplished cinematographer making her directorial debut, does a fine job hewing to her uncoiling characters like a shroud, and her actors are up to the task.
The setup is a scriptwriting gimme - if your central couple lose a child, practically any subsequent behavior is justifiable - but the actors sell what they're given quite effectively.
