There's an obvious comparison to be made between Dylan Kidd's debut and Neil LaBute's 'In The Company Of Men': both feature cocky American office workers whose chat-up techniques and attitudes to women are misogynistic by anyone's definition.
But while LaBute's film is the more acidic of the two, Kidd is the more judgmental. Before the end, slick-talking Roger's career, family standing and sense of self-worth all come under attack.
The hand-held camerawork mirrors Roger's unsettled state, but this talk-heavy movie would be little more than a script on screen were it not for Scott's performance.
As a predator ruthlessly searching for vulnerability in his prey, Roger thinks himself a master of the universe. But as this uncle-nephew Faustian pact moves from penthouse to underground brothel, Scott chips away at Roger's obnoxious faþade to reveal a man hell-bent on self-destruction.
