I think there are actors in this. I mean, I heard voices. Unfortunately, before filming, someone turned off all the lights and said, "ACTION." Can't see a thing. Left after five minutes and got a refund. Was almost blinded by the real world. If you're courageous, bring sunglasses for after so you don't burn out your retinas after trying to see what's going on throughout this movie or whatever it is.

Jessica Chastain is Amy, a nurse working the hectic nightshifts at her local hospital whilst trying to bring up her two children and combat a pernicious heart defect that requires surgery - a surgery she can ill afford. The pressure looks set ease a little when she is introduced to a new arrival. He, Charlie, (Eddie Redmayne) is a sympathetic and engaging man with whom she gradually begins to build a (platonic) friendship. Suddenly, a patient at their hospital dies and after some feet-dragging, the police become involved in an investigation that rings loads of alarm bells. It soon becomes clear that this death is but the latest in a series of mysteriously unexplained incidents and that, perhaps, Charlie might be more involved that his friendly demeanour might suggest. It's based on a true story, so there's no jeopardy as to who did what, when and where. The film is basically a two-hander with the pair delivering competent characterisations of the two nurses. Redmayne has less to do until the ending, and there he rather hams it up a bit. Chastain has more of the game and plays her role a little more characterfully but again, the writing isn't really very good and the pace of thing is all but glacial. It has a documentary feel to it at times with a score that does little to enhance the overall lacklustre production. Interesting story, but the film is nothing at all to write home about.