Clive Owen was once an enforcer for the London underground, but has since left London and is living off the grid out of his van. When he is unable to contact his little brother Jonathan Rhys Meyers for some time, he heads back to London to find him in person. He learns Rhys Meyers has committed suicide, but cannot believe it. An independent autopsy determines Rhys Meyers was raped, and Owen is determined to find out who did it and why. But his reappearance doesn't go unnoticed by his former criminal buddies nor his former boss Ken Stott.The basic plot reminds a bit of an earlier neo-noir by director Mike Hodges, 'Get Carter', but this isn't a remake (altho I would say writer Trevor Preston was definitely inspired by it). This is also a very slow-paced movie, deliberately so... There is very little action and the few instances there are are quite brief. This movie is all about brooding tension and there's plenty of it. But action junkies will fall asleep watching this.Hodges once again employed Clive Owen as his lead, who also starred in his last movie before this one, the excellent and a-typical neo- noir 'Croupier'. And he is great here, with his intense deadpan stare. There is a small part for the beautiful Charlotte Rampling as his former girlfriend, but her role is wasted and she doesn't seem to be too comfortable in this part, she's very static. Malcolm McDowell plays Rhys Meyers's rapist (this is not a spoiler btw) and there's some nice misdirection in regards to his activities and possible motive, also because there is also a subplot involving Owen's former boss Ken Stott who realizes why Owen is back in town.Out of Hodges's 3 neo-noirs, this is the least of the three, but that doesn't mean it's bad. Far from it, but I can see how the movie's pace and lack of action (even in the 'climax') will turn off some people. Having said that, I really enjoyed it, and I would still recommend it. 7/10

This film is a bit like a cheap cowboy book. You know the type I mean. The protagonist discovers his sister has been raped and it takes the whole book for him to find the perpetrator and exercise brutal justice. All very raw and predictable . This has a slight twist in that the cowboy is modern day ex villain, and he has a brother rather than a sister who is raped by a man. The raped brother does a Roman bath thing and there are some grizzly explanations for this.The film then pretends to be moody and at the same time slowly tries to develop character. It fails to do this and all the characters are just as superficial at the end as when they started out. In addition, the whole film lacks pace. The only thing that kept my interest was that I kept asking 'why' throughout and eventually the answers were not very satisfactory. The plot was as I predicted.Having said that the DVD cost me a mere £1 brand new - so I can't complain too much.

Since everyone involved in this... uh.... "movie" is sleepwalking their way through it. Actors, directors, editors, cinematography, lighting, score, it's all just so utterly God-awfully trudging and dull that I had - and I jest not - I had to switch over to a Stephen Seagal film to stay awake.I'd synopsise the plot, but there doesn't appear to be one. I'd critique the acting, but there isn't any. People just stand, or more usually sit, in front of a camera, and read lines from a script without any inflection or passion.Every scene is twice as long as it should be, and three times longer than it needs to be. After the fiftieth long, lingering 'establishing' shot, the tone is established. A competent cinematographer would move to a denouement. Not so here, where we're treated to scene after scene after scene after scene after scene of utterly pointless nothingness, leading to completely irrelevant dross.This is a damp, grimy film, with no purpose other than to BE damp and grimy. It looks like it was shot in the 1970s, for TV. Rampling is a ruin, and casting her as a potential current love interest rather than one from the ancient past is just grotesque.Avoid, unless your idea of fun is to invent meaning and content that simply isn't present in the original footage. Long. Staccato pauses. With nothing. In them. Are. Not evidence. Of hidden. Meaning. Just the. Absence of. Meaning.

It was Claire Monk who wrote about the British male in British cinema being 'in crisis' from the late 1980s and throughout the 1990s; and here is a film produced a mere few years after that essay was published revolving around a man in a post-modern, self-depressive crisis of sorts that sees him being unable to face both friends, family and a complicated life in general. This is partly down to the protagonist's life prior to this film's events but I think there is a little more to it than mere guilt. The man in question is Will Graham, played by noir-journeyman Clive Owen in another lead role in a film made through Mike Hodges after 1998's Croupier. Will spends his days working honest but unspectacular work in an environment that distances most noir-anti heroes from reality: the rural setting. We also get a hint at his professionalism when, after being beaten and thrown out of a car full of thugs, Will helps a man by taking him to an address in the guy's wallet.The next morning we learn through Will's boss that there was blood on the road up where the beating took place. Will says it was just kids but we realise there was blood involved and that Will must've seen this blood; but we then realise it didn't deter him and this plants an intriguing seed in our minds in relation to what makes Will flinch. But at least the early study of Will is interesting: a man who is cut off from most others; a man who does not get on with modernity in the sense a computer error cost him his job; he drives an old car from the 1960s and when he enters the ferry waiting room, he is surrounded by machines and technology as he suffers an hallucination of the image of his brother back home. It is ultimately this bombardment of colour and gadgetry in an enclosed room used for housing people waiting to board boats that remove them from the land (or world) in which they currently inhabit that acts as the catalyst for Will's homecoming.I don't know for sure what the motivation was for Will to randomly 'see' his brother Davey in that room but director Mike Hodges is no newbie when it comes to film-making so it might have something to do with Will being 'in crisis' at specific times. But the film despite these promising roots is a this-and-that experience of film noir, forever set amongst dreary locations and shot mostly at night in a world that is the side of London the tourists don't see. The criminal element and the inclusion of the voice-over at the very beginning as the film enters one long flashback are other pointers that really just do more harm than good in the sense they definitively place the film within a genre. But the film is slightly muddled in an artistic sense and slightly muddled in a narrative sense. I say slightly because things like the golfer whacking balls on the beach into the sea didn't bother me as much as they lost me. Similarly, the entire ideation behind why villain of the piece Boad (McDowell) does what he does is a bit of a letdown.I think the one thing that hinders I'll Sleep When I'm Dead the most is its overall approach to its story. The idea behind someone returning to confront past demons as he investigates the murder of a loved one is good and an idea executed in the past really well, not least by Hodges himself in 1971's Get Carter. That worked because the detective route and the overall narrative for the film was on the backburner for most of the time as Carter himself confronted hard-bodied northern archetypes; attempted to infiltrate establishments whilst mixing in amongst the pornography industry that acted as a plot point in the process. In this film, there is no real feeling of immediacy nor is there much tension during this time. Will has the time to engage in rather bland conversation with Helen (Rampling) which didn't really go anywhere and the overall antagonism towards fellow gangster Tuner (Stott) is flat and lacks conflict.That said there is perhaps one good scene, where Will and some of his allies made up of familiar British faces Jamie Foreman and Geoff Bell meet up as well as the instance when a guy is found still alive in a body bag on someone's porch after Will's been at him. I'll Sleep When I'm Dead is a slow burner, perhaps mercifully so because too much of a 'gangster-light' approach would've made this slightly worse than it is, but the film has some good eerie music and even though the tension and conflict lacks, the film feels as if it is building to something largely due to Owen's expressionless performance as the confused and disturbed Will. But the film will not appeal to a large crowd and despite feeling as if it's building to something, the dénouement is anti-climatic and the circular journey is then complete, end of. It's a good example of a contemporary British noir with a British lead male in crisis but apart from that, sadly, there is not a whole lot else going on.