Riz Ahmed gives a committed performance in this adaptation of the novel by Patrick Neate but the number of plot threads (which one assumes worked better in the novel) overwhelm the telling of this tale. The film just seems too busy and unfocused to gel into a coherent narrative. Also off-putting is the constant lighting of cigarettes that made me wonder if the tobacco industry bankrolled this one.
Stylish cinematography but with a generic plot and tedious structure. There's some occasional points where everything comes together tonally, but it never actually pushes for any kind of emotion throughout the whole film, with the sideplot helping to drag the film out an leave an unsatisfactory and clunkily wrapped up ending.
On an aesthetic level there is certainly some merit - the saturated colours of the lighting design, and the smeared slow-shutter sequences that bridge scenes together. But beyond that, the story is generic at best and the political climate of the UK is merely touched on for a minor plot point rather than used to its full (incendiary) potential. Squandered resources.