Drunk Oscar recipient (look it up), Steven Soderbergh, has returned with the twisty, turny, very British, Black Bag

Review by Rob Hinkal

This is one smooth mofo of a movie. I’m talking nitro brewed coffee, stainless-steel kitchen counter, chocolate silk pie smooth. It knows precisely what it is and doesn’t strive to be anything more than the best version of that.  

It’s well crafted, acted, and written with a plot that keeps you guessing right up until the end (especially if you aren’t paying it a great deal of attention… Like I was). You have to be locked in for this one. Taking in each detail, each exchange, and each syllable.

I dug it. I think I will dig it even more on a second viewing now that I know I have to be willing to accept this with my soul and allow it to totally consume my being (aka put my phone away). And, without spoiling anything, once you know the outcome, a second watch is likely much more rewarding than the first. While it’s sitting at a 3.5-star rating for me, I can easily see it working its way up to 4 stars in the future.

It’s 90 minutes, it’s crafty, and it’s a reason to watch sexy British people do sexy spy stuff. What more could you ask for in this economy?