Locke (2013)

Locke is a strange film. That’s not a criticism. I guarantee that you have never seen anything else like it. It focuses on one actor who stays (except for a brief opening shot) entirely in one location, even though that location moves. The location is the inside of a nicely-equipped BMW, traveling to London from a site roughly two hours north. The actor is Tom Hardy, who plays the title character, Ivan Locke. Locke is a construction foreman who, in the late evening before an important job, takes a phone call. In London, a woman with whom Locke had a one-night stand months ago is giving birth to a child – Locke’s child. Locke, a diligent, competent worker and devoted family man, decides that he must be there for this birth, tossing all else to the wind. The film follows him on his journey more or less in real time as he uses the hands-free cell phone in his car to communicate about his decision to his boss, coworkers, family, and the mother of the child.

This is the sort of thing that is often described as “high concept,” but it is part of Locke’s appeal that it makes the concept seem perfectly ordinary. In today’s ultra-connected society, after all, a businessman phoning nonstop while he drives is nothing unusual. Given the list of contacts he scrolls through, it probably isn’t unusual for Ivan Locke, either. What is unusual is the particular situation he is in, the way in which he chooses to respond to it, and his reasons for doing so. It is best to leave the revelation of those things to the film itself. I will only note that Locke, like any master builder, starts from a carefully-laid plan but finds that he must deviate from it as circumstances warrant, and also that his reasons for heading to London lie farther back in his past than a few months.

90 minutes in a car may not seem like all that much fun, but Locke is engrossing throughout its running length. Writer-director Steven Knight is better known for the first half of that title, and for good reason. Locke is a textbook example of how to reveal character and plot entirely through dialogue and detail. This is especially impressive when you realize that only one actor involved—Hardy—is visible. The other characters exist only as voices, but each is distinct and fully realized. There is, of course, only so much plot to be had here, but Knight allows events to unspool at a pace that builds suspense without ever seeming unrealistic. There is no melodrama here—no cheap shots or cut corners. And the dialogue can be just plain good, with just enough poetry to remind us that this is a constructed work of art. Listen, for example, to Locke’s rhapsodizing about “the piece of the sky we will steal” with a well-made skyscraper, or his wife’s noting how the concrete Locke tracks home hardens into stone footprints on the floor. The visual touches in the movie don’t quite match the verbal ones—Knight probably fades in and out of a few too many shots of headlights and taillights, for example—but the ones that hit home, such as the shots of Locke’s GPS screen with blank spaces ahead and Locke’s particular use of his rearview mirror—only enhance what is written.

The movie’s strongest asset, understandably, is Tom Hardy. Locke is a chance for Hardy to essentially put on a clinic, and he does. I’ve seen Hardy play everything from an aggrieved spy to an alien to a comic-book terrorist, and one thing his performances all have in common is a kind of solidity. However outlandish whatever is going on around him is, Hardy always seems to belong. That quality serves him very well in Locke. All Hardy has to work with is the upper half of his body, and yet Ivan Locke emerges as a complete character, complete with motives and, yes, even body language. The things to praise about this performance are many. There is, for example, the way the calmness in Locke’s voice is never quite matched by an equal calmness in his eyes, or the slight difference in tone Hardy uses when Locke is speaking something he’s rehearsed rather than something off the cuff, or Hardy's expressions on the occasions when Locke cannot speak at all. It’s not the least of the compliments I can give the actor that he simply held my attention, all alone, for an hour and a half in a theater. Those on the other end of the phone have less to carry, of course, but their contributions are still important. Ruth Wilson, as Locke’s wife, proves to be the emotional opposite to her measured, deliberate husband. Tom Holland and Bill Milner, as Locke’s sons, have some gut-wrenching exchanges with their father. The most fun, however, is had by Andrew Scott (most famous as Sherlock’s creepy-crazy Moriarty) as the good-hearted but high-strung subordinate Locke trusts with continuing the construction job in his absence.

I saw Locke two days ago, and the film has stayed with me. It’s a thought-provoking piece of work, for both (to steal a distinction from the late Roger Ebert) what it is about, and how it is about it. The concept never overwhelms the characters, and the characters find themselves in interesting places. There are existential questions here (the dialogue name-drops Waiting for Godot) about what makes a person who they are, and how much change is possible or acceptable. There are social questions here about the ways we are connected to each other, and how those connections can be strained or pay off in trying situations. Finally, there are moral questions here as we see Locke struggle to do good and do right, and have to face the fact that those may not be the same things, or even mean the same things to different people. Locke is well-written, nicely shot, and very well-acted. It’s a construction of which its meticulous title character would be proud. If you can, I recommend letting it steal a piece of your time.