Cold Comes the Night – review

Seldom come the thrills in this dogged bag-of-loot B-movie, which chases its tail in scurrying circles around a downscale motel in upstate New York. Alice Eve headlines as the imperilled single mum who finds a dead prostitute in the bedroom, a corrupt cop in the forecourt and a half-blind killer waving a handgun in the kitchen. The film's main (perhaps only) draw, however, is the presence of Breaking Bad star Bryan Cranston as Topo, the myopic Polish criminal who speaks in a molasses-thick accent and shall stop at nothing to gee-yet hold of his mee-yoney. Even Cranston looks to be on auto-pilot here: he comes stomping through the action with a perma-scowl that suggests that his break from playing Walter White is little more than a busman's holiday. Intriguingly, Topo's eyesight appears to miraculously improve and deteriorate as the script demands.