I Won't Go Back Home

Shot in moody b/w, this bemusing, tedious little number begins with a murder, then goes back to trace the movements of the assassin, revealing a disintegrating family background in his restless past. The film brings out nothing definite by way of characterisation or narrative tension, lumbering from one lifeless encounter to another, as its 70-odd minutes pass with glacial slowness. One scene where the protagonist rolls marbles at length around a glass-topped table will have you screaming for him to get on with it.