A deeply real and viscous sort of thriller. There were so many naturalistic fluorishes — long, languid shots on our two protagonists in deeply grimy places, bursts of the kind of quiet human humor that rarely brighten a serious script, casual lapses into German and authentically implacable accents — that this felt less like the taut production of Klute or the painterly opus of Ripley and more like something from le Carre or Len Deighton.

Hopper and Ganz are terrific, two, as a pair of leads who convince you both as friends and enemies alike.

★★★★