In the expressions of her exhausted steward, Jordan (David Thewlis), an agoraphobic, self-depicted “polymath” and pothead who mopes in her refuge, Charlotte is fatigued of assuming casualty parts. “If not for Monica Bellucci,” he comments, “she’d be the most assaulted on-screen character in European silver screen.” We are persuaded that Charlotte, while making a film in Italy, really persevered through an assault that was concealed. Jordan, a bored ex-flower child and the stage handyman, is the film’s most charming character.
Into this current rodent’s home strides Mitchel (Colin Farrell), a frivolous hoodlum new out of jail subsequent to serving three years for bringing on “egregious substantial damage.” The stoic, withdrawn Mitchel, resolved to desert the criminal life, tries out for an occupation as Charlotte’s bodyguard and jack of all trades. In any case, the harder he tries to leave the underworld, the all the more persistently he is bullied to rejoin it.