Well, it’s a different sort of damsel-in-distress flick, at least. It’s not very suspenseful or thrilling or exciting, and it’s entirely romantically inert, which is not what it intends, but hey, Patricia Clarkson (The Maze Runner) is as awesome as always. She is Helen, a doctor from Toronto who is spending some alone time at her remote lakeside cabin on an island reachable only by boat, still grieving for her husband (Callum Keith Rennie [Fifty Shades of Grey] in flashbacks) who died the year before. But there’s always a mysterious stranger! When William (Scott Speedman: The Vow) washes up on her solitary femaleness, bleeding from a gunshot wound, does she freak out? Does she panic? She does not. She fixes him up and takes his unspoken word for it that he’s the Good Guy in the scenario that got him shot. Which, fortunately for her, he does indeed turn out to be. The scenario that got him in trouble is never really adequately explained, or even inadequately explained, but it does involve more men — including Tim Roth (Selma), popping up out of nowhere in the last few minutes of the film — arriving on the island to do some damage. I have no idea what sort of story writer-director Ruba Nadda (Sabah: A Love Story) thinks she’s telling, but Clarkson remains calm and kicks some ass, so that’s something. Still, I would rather have spent more time with her and the dead husband: he seemed really cool.
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