Abysmal
Just to think, I wasted nearly four hours of my life watching this. I nearly gave up after the first half hour, but I persevered in the hope it might 'get better.' It didn't.
The pace is killingly slow, and the 'characters' either simply irritating or clichéd. If it was an attempt to copy the best Scandinavian detective thrillers (and it clearly was), it failed abysmally.
After a while, I couldn't care less who had been the past killer or the present killer. Whenever there was a tedious silence between the characters (which was in about two hours out of four) I wearily closed my eyes or glanced at a book, thinking, 'Perhaps, they'll wake up eventually.'
Then I simply began to watch it for the laughs. What was funnier: Duff sitting on a train, getting on a train, getting off a train? Was she getting on or off the ferry? Was she gazing into the sea or into the fields while looking depressed?
Then came the hilariously 'artistic' shots of rain in Manchester, bits of crime scene tape blowing in the wind, or yet another close-up of Duff's eyeballs. The most comic scene of all was the wedding reception, at which Duff, presumably really not taking her anti-depressants now, downed glasses of champagne, insulted the guests, and sexually abused Hinde up against a brick wall. By this time, I felt that I was being abused against another brick wall, this one consisting of bad acting, bad characters, incomprehensible story, and pretentious filming.
'From Darkness' ought to have been titled 'To Gloominess.' (I should have guessed what it was going to be like from the title song: the slow, depressing sort of droning that passes for 'singing' in 2015.)