A terrorist attack, a murderous cover-up, a highly publicized trial and two lawyers former lovers forced to stay apart during the proceedings: Closed Circuit has all the makings for an incendiary thriller.
But this paranoid, cynical tale of terror and privacy and the ways the intelligence apparatus deals with one by stealing the other never quite catches fire. Blame it on the weak chemistry of the stars, blame it on the way the script refuses to let them develop chemistry and the perfunctory way the story is dispensed with, but the sparks arent there.
Eric Bana is Martin, an English barrister tasked with defending the lone surviving suspect in a mass murder terror bombing. Britains State Secrets act means that hes not the only lawyer on the case. There will be evidence that cannot be heard in open court, and that for arcane reasons, Martin will not be allowed to hear. Rebecca Hall plays Claudia, another lawyer designated special advocate, basically the attorney in charge of the suspects case in that closed-door part of the trial.
They cannot meet, discuss the case or share what they know with each other. Thats probably for the best, as Claudia is the reason his marriage broke up. Not that they tell the judge this.
The fact that the first attorney on the case killed himself sets off no apparent alarm bells, but within hours, Claudia and Martin have reason to believe that theyre under surveillance and that the people watching may be interested in doing more than watch.
Director John Crowley once did the lively and surprising Irish dramedy Intermission, and he jazzes this up with lots of split screens as many as 15 different surveillance images capture the prelude to the terror attack.
Closed Circuit is built on parallel threads telling the same story. We see Martin dig, make a discovery, fret over suspicious cabbies and dinner party guests (Julia Stiles is a reporter). We see Claudia interview the suspects family and worry over the spy (Riz Ahmed) charged with delivering evidence to her and seeing what she does with it. Neither tells the other what he or she has found out.
At 92 minutes, Closed Circuit should feel tidier and tighter. Screenwriter Steven Knight dispenses with back story by having Banas and Halls characters blurt out exposition, sizing people up with a few pithy, memorized bits of background and profile data, sort of the I know your type speech.
It feels as if theres more story here, more movie that was lopped out. We never have time to size characters up for ourselves or invest in anyone before their lives are put in jeopardy. Bana and Hall play their relationship as deflatingly raw not a romance that either dares to revisit. But that lowers the stakes as well.
For all the split screens that play up Britain as a surveillance state, Crowley never really ratchets up the paranoia and never allows the juice to flow through this closed circuit.