Another 9/11 flick, this all together it’s an uncomfortable blend of art talking picture and pulp spy thriller which sees ex-CIA operative Irene (Juliette Binoche – miscast) asked by dubious erstwhile co-worker Elliot (Nick Nolte) to help assist one final meeting with his disaffected French daughter and adopted American son. But Elliot is at the meet of some shady dealings as he makes a living using his US regime contacts to give financial present-offs. Keep back b annul over the ten days foregoing the New York attacks, the film suggests that someone, somewhere knew what was going to find on that epoch and, ordered worse, was able to profit from it. It’s an intriguing set-up but is spoiled by a clever-inventive configure, Christophe Beaucarne’s migraine-inducing cinematography and performances which are friendly, but never gel. Luckily, John Turturro is on influence to add some much needed ham as a poetry-reciting hitman who punctuates his killings with absurd psychoanalytical too-and-fros with his shrink.