Those of you whom I have dragged in to watch a foreign movie know that I like them. Foreign movies that is. [insert lame old smiley here]
Occasionally, we're rewarded with a gem. The Motorcycle Diaries for instance. Or Gomorrah, and The Baader Meinhof Complex.
For a foreign language to grip you, it often has to be better than its English language equivalent.
I have just seen one of those grippers. Flame and Citron, despite sounding like a pair of Las Vegas strippers, were in fact members of the Danish resistance during WWII. Those were not their real names of course. Flame was the code name for the one with the red hair; Citron was perhaps named so because he always had a sour look on his face.
Their squad was allegedly under British orders to kill key members of the Nazi occupying force and its collaborators.
The script was riveting, and would be in any language. The action was perfectly balanced between smokey-roomed intrigue and suburban Copenhagen shootings, and a real Bonney & Clyde-esque ending.
Doesn't sound very high-brow does it? Nevertheless, it's an excellent movie and if you can bear the sub-titles, it's available on Netflix 'watch now'.
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