Haunted by the light.
Stellan Skarsgård, who looks weary even in the best of times, is far from his happy place as he stalks a murderer while fleeing his own conscience.
Having arrived at a small Norwegian town bathed in the midnight sun, his troubled detective struggles to sleep, then makes a fatal, split-second mistake which will dog him.
Like the best film noirs, this superb foreign flick takes a decent, but weak man, then yanks the rug out from beneath his feet.
Watch him fall, watch him burn, director Erik Skjoldbjærg says, to which my response is, “Yes, sir.”