Ray Winstone is the daddy, on and off-screen in this lifeless thriller, which sees his own offspring Lois play the daughter whose drug-related death has him combing the mean streets of Wiltshire for her dealer.
More sloth than sleuth, Winstone’s grief-stricken solicitor takes ages to crack a case Lewis would have solved in a tenth of the time co-directors Karl Howman and Ethem Cetintas spend on it.
The crippling lethargy extends to their leading man’s voiceover, Ray’s musings on tea-making being one of several blind alleys down which this dreary pot-boiler stumbles.
