Scott Marks noon, March 28
The night before Ivan Locke (Tom Hardy) is set to lay the foundation on a superstructure “whose shadow will stretch a mile long,” the big-league construction foreman is called upon to be present at the birth of his child. The kid’s mother is not his wife, yet our hero practically embraces the opportunity to torch work, family, and his short-term future by gassing up the family car to race to the side of a one-time fling he hasn’t seen in nine months. The vehicle then becomes a veritable switchboard-on-wheels, fielding calls from his wife, kids, and baby momma as well as perplexed co-workers and enraged chieftains. The ride stops on a dime every time Locke - bent on not repeating the sins of an absentee father - flies off on a raging exchange with a figmental backseat sire, and writer-director Stephen Knight does little more with the space than grant Locke occupance. Still, Hardy makes for a compelling psychological tour guide, utilizing much more than his right foot to add forward momentum. 2014.
- "Claustrophobes beware!" • May 7, 2014