An eerie discrepancy begins to eek into your head. Who the heck is this whiny Paddy Considine guy? Why does HE get to carry the shotgun out of the woods? It was supposed to be me!
Gary Oldman, in his little round spectacles, probably deserves better lines than the following: "Aleeeeeeeex! ALEX! Alex. Alex! Alex! ALEEEEX CAN YOU HEAR ME? Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex, no!" (Clearly he cannot hear you, Gary, or he probably would have mentioned it by now).