Closed Circuit, review - Telegraph Dir: John Crowley; Starring: Eric Bana, Rebecca Hall, Jim Broadbent John Crowley's London-set conspiracy thriller opens with Broadway Market on CCTV, with separate little dramas kicking off in every corner of the screen. These ordinary lives are fused in smoke, screaming and tragedy when a bomb goes off. Pinning it on the main suspect, a Turkish terrorist called Farroukh Erdogan (Denis Moschitto), requires the perusal of evidence so classified that not even his defence barrister (Eric Bana, rather failing at "posh English lawyer"), is allowed to see it. The court will have to declare a closed session, and the defence needs a special advocate with state-security clearance (Rebecca Hall) to argue for full disclosure. Bana's character is late to the job, replacing an original attorney who supposedly committed suicide, but you don't need to have seen every potboiler about government cover-ups - 1986"s Defence of the Realm, say - to smell a rat here. Bana and Hall have also had an affair, which means they have to perjure themselves even to be assigned to this vexing case, but you begin to wonder exactly what's in it for them to get snarled in such a compromising position in the first place. We at least look set for a few electric courtroom showdowns, but Steven Knight's script blows a third-act fuse. It seems perverse to make the most interesting character - the shady, possibly-undercover Erdogan - into such a minor player, depriving the gifted German actor Moschitto of what should have been a plum role, and letting Jim Broadbent steal the show in his place as a cynical Attorney General who does all his deadliest work over a full English. Hall is fine as a pursed, no-nonsense legal eagle, even if her character's remarkable sangfroid even waltzing into peril dampens the tension unhelpfully. Crowley (Intermission, Boy A) is usually a safer bet than this - he even manages to get a bad performance out of Anne-Marie Duff, who rolls out some campily fierce, don't-mess-with-me expressions as a contemptuous agent in a cropped blonde wig. Closed Circuit is too full of play-acting to resonate with our jittery moment as more than a skit, perhaps because half its cameras feel as though they're pointed in the wrong direction.