A claustrophobic remake of a 1940s original, which was based on a classic Graham Greene novel.
"Claustrophobic" because, while set in mid-60s Brighton, on England's south coast, there's very little to show what the life and times were really like.
One or two scenes of Mods and Rockers tearing up the seaside resort don't hide the fact that this felt like a play rather than a movie.
Maybe the whole point was to tone it down, but it lacked what could and should've been kick-ass musical references, and a ton of other things I'd like to have seen to break the monotony.
It seemed to lurch from scene to scene without building story or tension, featured clunky performances from everyone, including Helen Mirren, Andy Serkis, and John Hurt, and therefore was definitely not "a masterpiece", "thrilling", or "spellbinding" as the poster advertizes.
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