Much of the praise about this film seems to be accompanied by the parenthetical comment that it was Philip Seymour Hoffman's final film. He certainly wasn't looking like a man in peak physical condition in this one.
When a Chechen refugee arrives in Hamburg claiming his father's money - all 10 million plus dollars of it - the security forces spring into action. Well, they hardly "spring" into anything, certainly not action.
I wholeheartedly agree with one reviewer who said on imdb.com: "If you like long
periods of watching Philip Seymour Hoffman driving in his car, or
standing around smoking, then this is your kind of film. This film is so
slow it's even slow for a John le Carre book. The film is so slow you
don't have to worry about a toilet break. In fact, you'll probably see
more action in the hallway than you will in the film". Thank you, drjgardner for those deservedly scathing comments.
I know it's lazy of me to simply use someone else's review, but this movie isn't worth wasting any of your time watching, or my time reviewing.
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