Hugo Weaving plays Eddie Fleming, a simple man whose just been retrenched from his job, separated from his wife and living off state welfare. The film begins with him being literally yanked off his sofa chair at home, when the cops barge in and arrested him with strong arm tactics. Later he's told, that he's in for a car jacking incident.However, Fleming pleads innocence to chief interrogator John Steele (played superbly too by Australian actor Tony Martin), who has a reputation of solving crimes, regardless of the methods used. It's one man against the other, as Fleming initially begins as an innocent helpless man, clueless to why he's bring held in a police station, undergoing an interrogation.As we go along, we see a power play between the two men, as each try to gain one up against the other.
We start to question Fleming's innocence, as he begins to drop various hints that he might be involved in the crime Steele is investigating, and perchance, might be the serial killer Steele is looking for. The tension built between the two is tremendous, and both hold court against each other. Also added to the subplot is the exploration of ethics into Steele's techniques, and the politics of policing, investigations and the conducting of interrogations and interviews.
The movie relies on two primary ingredients: dialogue and acting. Weaving and Martin (principally, with a superb sparse supporting cast) make it work. Enhancing camera angles, lighting, and complementary music put you there - in the interview room. Not since 12 Angry Men have I been so riveted to a film that relies on dialog so heavily. It's a 5 star restaurant meal for the the independent film viewer. So little arrives on the plate; but what comes to you is 100% choice.
What makes this film outstanding is the script which slides and spirals down a path of almost unbelievable emotional snares and plot twists. The nightmarish flashback scenes allow no relaxation for the viewer, only a mesmerised state of fear.