The second film version of The Cry Of The Owl with both Paddy Considine and Julia Stiles looking very uncomfortable in the leads. There's nothing wrong with the film per se, it's just...pedestrian. It veers towards the boring, but has enough to keep you watching just about. It feels longer than it is. The story is excellent but you can't help but think it works best on the page. Still, it's not absolute crap.
However, I can't stop thinking about The Woman. Film of the year, for sure.
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