Kevin Malone

If you think a good movie is car chases and international drug smuggling, then don't watch this. If you think a good movie is sly glances, undressing and wisecracks, don't bother. Instead, this is a film which burns into you slowly, makes you feel uncomfortable, lets you into the moment a concerned, truth-seeking whistleblower is cornered and interrogated. Throw away all the Hollywood eye-candy, epic nonsense, and put yourself into her claustrophobic position. This is genuine substance over mannerism. It's a film for grown-ups who can empathise with characters, and in doing so, must face their own ethics. Sheer brilliance.

Beautiful period sets and costumes, but the dialogue is mechanical, giving the actors little to do other than smiles and sideways glances. Predictable, procedural plot with no genuine surprises. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is far more sophisticated even if it doesn’t look it to the eye.