Holy hell, I hated this mess of a movie. When I found it on Netflix, I thought it was a sure thing, what with Ewan McGregor and Tilda Swinton in the same cast. Nuh-nuh-nuh-nooo. I hope it’s the director’s fault. The film opens with McGregor and his boss pulling a dead woman out of a river and onto their barge. Over the course of the film, we learn that McGregor’s character knows more than he should about her death, and he begins a relationship with Swinton, his boss’s wife. Fine and good. The pacing was plodding-that I can accept. But McGregor’s character comes off by turns as a freaking sociopath and a would-be likable character. But the actor seems so confused by his character’s actions that he can’t commit to either monster or failed man. Throughout, McGregor’s character never seems to have a motive or soul or any reason to act as he does. Scott and I were baffled throughout the movie. My impression is that this director, David Mackenzie, is just a hateful misogynist-I don’t know what else to think. I don’t normally get that impression from films, but it really seems like he hates each and every woman in the film. I haven’t seen any of Mackenzie’s other work, but this hasn’t sent me searching for his next big project. He may just have unseated Connery as my long-standing Scottish Guy I Hate, which I thought was impossible.