|Starring||Tom Hardy, Olivia Colman, Ruth Wilson, Bill Milner, Tom Holland, Andrew Scott, Ben Daniels|
|Release||TBC (US) TBC (UK)|
There's little point giving away much more detail: half the fun of Locke is discovering what's going on in Ivan's life via the incessant stream of phone calls he makes and receives on his way to the capital. The other half comes from watching him for the entire running time, insulated in his tiny, carbon fibre universe, attempting to address myriad issues without smashing through the central reservation. Once he gets in the car, we never leave him, and his is the only face we see. We hear plenty of voices, some of them very recognisable, and his world gradually opens up to us, but he remains at its epicentre, trying to keep it from unravelling with varying degrees of success.
Hardy is, as usual, magnetic here: there are few stars who could hold your attention for 85 minutes in such a banal setting this well. Whether reassuring a panic-stricken colleague or delivering awful news to a loved one, it's impossible to take your eyes off him - not that you've got much choice, given the nature of the film. But without the snakes and sand of Buried, the cyclonic ocean of All Is Lost or the frantic editing of Joel Schumacher's Phone Booth, it's entirely up to Hardy and director Steven Knight's script to keep you giving a shit in this single-location drama. The only available cutaway is the car's phone screen, and that's not about to win Best Supporting Optional Extra.
So don't go in expecting Buried in a Beamer: nobody's trying to kill Locke, nobody's chasing him for an unpaid bill at Newport Pagnell services and his car won't explode if he switches The Archers off. This is more talk than torque, and Knight employs nothing flashier than the odd dissolve to spice up proceedings, so confident is he in his lead. It's a bold experiment for a director on only his second feature, but with Hardy at the wheel, it's one that pays off.