Confession (2022) should work. It has a reasonable director, David Beton (The Hatton Garden Job), and a decent cast: Colm Meaney and Stephen Moyer, among others. But to sit through this laboured and wordy film is almost too much. I confess to this much: I could not finish it.
First, a brief preamble. Colm Meaney plays Fr Peter, a troubled priest going about his business of an evening before being rudely and violently interrupted by Victor (Moyer, of True Blood fame), a gunman with a bloody wound. He wants to know how many exits the church has; before Fr Peter can gesture like an air steward towards the front and rear, we realise that the question is existential, à la Sartre, a huis clos of a thing.
