Garbage. A parody of a student film. Where narrative is replaced by bad writing and acting, where 'surrealism' forgoes any sense of ever having been defined in favour of incomprehensibility. For a start, it isn't a noir. Influenced by The Third Man, as evidenced by occasional smoke and empty briefcase, but that doesn't fulfil the definition of noir.
An editor is needed as well to tell this Euan Williamson to cut down on the use of 20-second+ shots which do nothing but remove any sense of pace. The direction was uninspired. The music was just noise, apart from the sin of putting Rachmaninov anywhere near this sort of thing. And the first act never finished; there was no sense of perspective, and no reason to keep watching the film except to laugh at the occasional jilted dialogue and momentary 'surreal' torch lit inserts of 'scary' actors. And also, when did it become standard practise to not include any characters in a film, but rather, merely provide the audience with people who speak and move occasionally? This just proves that you need more than a DSLR, decent sound recording equipment and humans to make a watchable film. It isn't even well shot; there were occasional shots that were actually in focus and very sharp in HD which showed how out of focus most of the film was. I've seen toenails more surreal than this.
Drivel; plus false advertising, because I believe the only clues available to a viewer reveal just how empty headed this sort of 'neo noir' shlock is. Very bad, I thought.