The talents of Maxine Peake are wasted in this pretty much by the numbers so-called thriller. For one thing we're supposed to sympathise with this career woman who accidentally kills her cleaner in a fit of rage when she wallops the cleaner with a bottle of champagne the cleaner is carrying that Peake thinks is her own, only to later find out she was wrong. But why would the cleaner carry a heavy bottle of champagne up to Peake's flat rather than leave it in her car? And would she really leave her baby in the car, rather than bring it upstairs with her? The ending too was lazy, as if they didn't quite now how to get Peake out of her dilemma so they just tossed her and the security guard she was blackmailing out the window. Nor was there any point to the revelation that Peake had been having an affair with the man who got the promotion she was hoping for, it added nothing to the plot save to chew up a bit of time. Then there was the back story involving Peake and her sister and Peake's estrangement from their family, which didn't add anything either and whose only purpose seemed to be to fill out an empty plot. A weak film.
Review of Keeping Rosy
