I couldn't be bothered to go much further than the first 40 minutes because it was letargic, the cinematography was sleep inducing, the two young main actors were dull as fuck and even the beloved Christina Hendricks was just a really bad caricature. Poor Glenn Close. She's always game and always livens the films, but it is hard to watch in the middle of such a monotonous disaster.
The (hot) detective and his love interest... I couldn't care less. The murder mystery... meh. But Glenn Close fires a shotgun, Gillian Anderson plays a rich-bitch failed actress with an Egyptian hair-do, and Christina Hendricks channels a red-head Marilynn Monroe. As far as I'm concerned this British whodunit was pretty fine for a weekend-night in bed!