[3] Written by Pinckney Benedict based on a novel by John Buell,[4] the film was Wehrfritz's narrative directorial debut after working primarily in music video and advertising.
[6] Dan Brown of the National Post positively reviewed the film, writing that "there's a botched bank heist, a bag of money for a MacGuffin, a betrayal, a stacked redhead running from a dangerous husband, even a torture scene.
He's also globalized the cast (which includes Ontarian Lolita Davidovich, Quebecers Anne-Marie Cadieux and Patrick Goyette, American William Forsythe and Irishman Colm Meaney) and pulled the genre away from its urban roots.
"[7] Liam Lacey of The Globe and Mail was more negative, writing that "all this has a strained jocularity (there's a visit to a roadside attraction called Santa's Hole), puzzling dialogue ("as clean as a weasel," says Fury), culminating in even less credible fatalism.
The script isn't exactly standard B-material, but the overliterate simulacrum of tough-guy talk consistently rings false, and the cast of absurd characters (Crystal?