During WWll, a young pilot (Robert Pattinson) who was crippled in combat is sent to a mysterious sanitarium for shell-shocked soldiers. Not only is he tortured by nightmares, but his therapist (Julian Sand) has some pretty unorthodox techniques.

This BBC pseudo-thriller is big on shadowy atmosphere but short on every other essential; there is no coherent plot, the music is terrible, and it all seems sadly pointless. Made two years before Twilight, Pattinson doesn't yet have the shaggy hair, bushy eyebrows, and blank gazes that would make him so popular as a vampire; here he's clean cut, youthful, and gives a fairly good performance, albeit one that relies heavily on long, slow drags on his cigarettes. As his doctor, Julian Sand's character and motives are never explained; most of his performance must have ended up on the cutting room floor. In any event, he is wasted in the part. The problem is the script - it is completely incoherent. The characters aren't developed and the action is confusing. We never know if what we are seeing is real or a dream and the dialogue had me rolling my eyes and scratching my head.

This low-budget flick makes no sense. It's an utter waste of time except for those who want to see pre-Edward RPattz.