This is putatively a noir thriller, set in gritty London. Clive Owen is an ex-gangster, back in town to find out what happened to his brother, who (it turns out) has committed suicide in response to humilating brutalization.
The most remarkable things about this movie: (a) the time it spends on tangents not directly relevant to the main plot thread; (b) the way it ends, with things not entirely resolved.
Apparently we're also supposed to buy a romantic relationship between the 60-year-old Charlotte Rampling and the 41-year-old Owen? Dubious.
But (all in all) not bad, if you're in the mood for a thriller without a lot of action.