Dark, muted colors. I can sympathize with her plight of the situation.

An interesting follow-up to Ms Pfeiffer's earlier exercise in realism 'Frankie and Johnnie' (1991) depicting a divorcee already traumatised by the death of her elderly mother, coping with bureaucracy, the threat of eviction and beset by constant demands for money forced into a truly extraordinary subterfuge that I won't reveal here.

At first reminiscent of Wim Wenders at his most morose, with a metallic score by Philip Miller and set against a backdrop of New York that makes Edward Hopper look like Norman Rockwell it slides into a stark psychodrama involving the most sinister little old lady since Norman Bates' mother.

Having such big actors, I was hoping for a decent film.

Instead, the plot moves at a snail's pace and nothing really happens.

They could quite easily chop off an hour and the film would be at least bearable.

Nor great, not good. Just dull. The only consolation is that the acting is good but this isn't enough to earn great reviews.