A few thoughts on spy film villainy and the double-backflip of ideological sanitization this one does, notable in part because sitting around thinking this stuff up was more entertaining than the actual experience of watching something this insufferable.
I went in unsure how it could work, came out pretty sure it did work, and I think I understand why.
Strange to realize this franchise is almost 50 years old.
Nice night at the movies with one of the best American crime dramas ever.
A rewatch of Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai 24 years later causes me to re-appreciate 1999 in movies, and reappreciate on odd but poignant consideration of purpose.