Only the central performance from Emily Blunt adds a touch of class.
Blunt’s Rachel is a lost, lonely soul who fills her daily commute to Manhattan by speculating on the lives of the people she glimpses from the train window.
In Albuquerque, New Mexico, Terry (Alexander Skarsgård) and Bob (Michael Peña) are bad boy cops more interested in serving themselves than serving the public.
If something crooked is happening in their neighbourhood then they want a slice of the pie.
Chilling in places, entertaining at times but not completely satisfying.
So a big bank robbery is bound to attract their attention but weird British mastermind and eternal dandy Lord James Mangan (Theo James) is not your average criminal and definitely not prepared to play ball.
The more the odd couple discover, the more they begin to develop the stirrings of a conscience in a randomly plotted romp that is not nearly as funny as it seems to think.
When a befuddled Rachel cannot account for her movements on the night of Megan’s disappearance, it is entirely possible that she is guilty of murder.
The bloodstains on her blouse only add to the mystery.