Time Out says
What are you doing to us, Eddie Marsan? We’ll watch the masterful British character actor in just about anything (Happy-Go-Lucky, The World’s End), but to see him squirm through the underwritten part of a meek city employee whose job it is to arrange the last rites of Londoners found dead without next of kin is to wonder if he needs a more ambitious agent. John (Marsan), our loner hero, has a fastidiousness that’s become a cliché in movies: His office desk is neat and arranged, his apartment is tidy, his meals (tuna and toast) unassuming. A stiff wind would knock the poor guy down—and he’s filmed at a precious remove to emphasize a fragility that feels studied.
Still Life constantly threatens to become a better movie: John’s scrutiny of photos feels vaguely serial-killer–esque, and there’s a late-inning love interest (Downton Abbey’s Joanne Froggatt) that you privately cheer for. But writer-director Uberto Pasolini has an especially maudlin ending in mind, less a climax than a sick joke that suggests a gruesome Charles Addams cartoon more than a proper finale.
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