Another 9/11 flick, this time it’s an uncomfortable gradate of art moving picture and pulp man thriller which sees ex-CIA operative Irene (Juliette Binoche – miscast) asked by dubious former co-worker Elliot (Nick Nolte) to help advance one final intersection with his disassociated French daughter and adopted American son. But Elliot is at the centre of some shady dealings as he makes a living using his US management contacts to give financial tip-offs. Set over the ten days preceding the New York attacks, the film suggests that someone, somewhere knew what was booming to hit on on that date and, even worse, was competent to profit from it. It’s an intriguing set-up but is spoiled by a original-clever script, Christophe Beaucarne’s migraine-inducing cinematography and performances which are decent, but not in any way gel. Luckily, John Turturro is on hand to add some much needed ham as a poetry-reciting hitman who punctuates his killings with unreasoned psychoanalytical too-and-fros with his shrink.