Amid the plot twists lies a tricky conundrum about the relative culpability of miscreants and their enablers.

Robrecht Heyvaert's brooding nighttime cinematography is the film's one saving grace.

A nagging sense that Pront is more taken with simplistic menace and violence over nuanced characterization and story bears out in the final act, which veers dispiritedly into Coens-meets-Tarantino territory.

Chilly and brooding, Pront and screenwriter Jeroen Perceval, make us wait for the third act before the film bares its nasty teeth, but proves to be well worth the anticipation.