A dime-a-dozen, not entirely terrible London thriller.
Jeremy Heilman, MovieMartyr.com
It's a shame that so much talent and energy is placed in the service of a story that feels like it has been told far too many times before.
Philip French, Observer [UK]
Capable but monotonous, it ends with a predictable twist that has a distinguished literary lineage.
Lisa Giles-Keddie, Real.com
The general topic is too titillating in execution to fully influence any worthy debate into the effects of isolating grief...
Jason Best, Movie Talk
From the clunky dialogue and dreary voice-over narration, it sounds as though director Kieron Hawkes has swallowed a GCSE psychology textbook and regurgitated gobbets of half-digested psychobabble all over the screenplay.
Henry Barnes, Guardian [UK]
It's a British rite-of-passage crime thriller, because it opens with a closeup of the protagonist's face and a voiceover that says "That's me".
Amon Warmann, Little White Lies
Too dull, too often.
Jonathan Crocker, Total Film
Fluidly lensed and unsettling for an hour, writer/director Kieron Hawkes' debut thins out badly in the final third, leaving the charismatic Anderson to prop it up.
Eve Barlow, Empire Magazine
A nasty Brit thriller that achieves the impossible and has you actually pining for Danny Dyer.
James Mottram, The List
Hawkes has bags of technical talent. If only he'd applied it to a script where we cared about the characters.