A deeply pedestrian psychological thriller that uses the hoary old cliché of a dead child as its emotional ballast.

Little of what follows makes sense, but we learn that director Vaughn Stein enjoys the visual appeal of floor to ceiling windows, ominous piano scores and a blue-grey colour scheme that suggests a need for Vitamin D.

It's gloomy and dull, and a little bit up itself.

It’s a psychological thriller that leaves most of the psychology buried and unexplored. So we’re left with undercooked characters, thinly sketched motivations, and a story begging for more attention and detail.