First hour there was little to no action except to Tim Roth drinking beer, sitting on a beach or in a pool, screwing a Mexican street vendor chick, and mumbling. He is such a good actor and Charlotte Gainsbourg is as well...this film wasted them both. She at least did some emoting before she got bumped off after two and a half scenes. I figured out fairly early that he was grieving and also terminally ill. And his grief was obvious to me as a silently stunned reaction to the death of the mother. An illness was tipped off by the microscopic images shown of a suspicious mole on (his?) skin --though it turned out to be a brain tumor?! Could have been a good film if first hour wasn't mind numbingly boring. Cinematography was good as well as the scenery. It left me longing for a better film and Mexican beach holiday!!