Some of Cormac McCarthy’s books have made successful movies (No Country for Old Men, The Road), but this time pens his own screenplay and it’s a talky, tedious mess. Novels can afford to take time to develop characters and, in McCarthy’s case, wax philosophical, but a movie needs some brevity and this one is lacking. Michael Fassbender plays an attorney who gets embroiled in a drug deal, but he’s as confused as the viewer: Who are all these people and what is their relationship to him and the deal? With almost non-stop chatter, you’d think this would be clear, but it’s just a confusing muddle.You’d think director Ridley Scott would know better, but he just adds a stylish edge.