
The Two Faces of January movie review: without a Hitch
There’s delicious movie-movie elegance in the exotic locales and the period dress, but not much tension to be found in the murderous misadventures on offer.

There’s delicious movie-movie elegance in the exotic locales and the period dress, but not much tension to be found in the murderous misadventures on offer.

A handsome movie in many ways, but it feels like an unpolished first draft, one that can’t quite decide how fantastical it wants to be.

Ooo. Sleek 60s style, intrigue in foreign lands, maybe some illicit romance? I’m in.
Would really really like for you to feel the grand, sweeping, larger-than-life mythos, and borrows willy-nilly from Peter Jackson and Guillermo Del Toro to try to do so.
“My hands are a little dirty.” –the Driver (Ryan Gosling) “So are mine.” –Bernie the unlikely gangster (Albert Brooks)
Remember Drive Angry? (I hope you don’t.) This is not that movie. This is Drive Calm. This is Drive Cool.