A film about a man driving to London at night while discussing concrete shouldn’t be this good.
But when that man is Tom Hardy, there is nothing to worry about.
You should really go into this film knowing as little as possible, and so I will give away as little as possible. But I would comment thus – don’t be fooled by the use of the word thriller to describe the story, as even the trailer below seems to mislead in this respect. After watching it, I was kind of expecting something like the claustrophobia of Phone Booth, but that’s completely the wrong idea.
Tom Hardy, Eddie Stobart through the windscreen, and motorway lights are the only visuals, and the whole story is driven (sorry!) by the conversations Hardy has with family and work colleagues via the hands-free phone. As his life unravels in front of him, Ivan Locke is still defined by the roles of husband, father, foreman, and each of these need him to respond to the person on the other end of the phone in a different way. We all have sides of ourselves which only appear at work, or with friends, and we see a whole range of them in one car journey with this man.
Perhaps the metaphor of life being a journey is a little over-played, but I can easily forgive that, as I was captivated by the complexities of concrete for 90 minutes, and that is all down to Tom Hardy and some excellent film making.