This isn’t just a film entirely set in a car.
It’s Tom Hardy in a car, talking about a lot of concrete, a lot.
Over the course of 85 minutes we see Ivan Locke’s life unravel. His attempts to deal with each thing as it comes are admirable and somewhat understandable but it’s an uphill struggle.
The feeling of knowing you’ve screwed up, of trying to fix it and no one seeing that. It’s a lonely, empty feeling and comes across extremely well here.
This isn’t a film I’ll watch again but it was worth it.
Also, I learnt about concrete.