It isn't the worst movie I've ever seen, but I can't conceive of a worse interpretation of Raymond Chandler. The plot was hard to follow. I had to keep rewinding on the assumption I'd missed something, but could never find whatever that something was. Liam Neeson was acting like himself, which was as appropriate a fit for Philip Marlowe as it would be for Hercule Poirot. That is, a terrible, terrible fit. So disappointing.