Though the scattershot plot fails to hold water – or intrigue – this movie avoids disaster due to great settings and a couple of compelling performances. Note how the inimitable helix of the Guggenheim dominates the poster, proving more of a draw than Clive Owen or Naomi Watts. Indeed, the shootout at Frank Lloyd Wright’s iconic museum proves reason enough to watch the movie. Or you can just watch it in the WikChip and save two hours of disappointment.
Clive Owen plays like a low rent James Bond here. And does it well enough to get by.
Naomi Watts fails to distinguish herself. Nothing surprising about that.
The great Armin Mueller-Stahl proves yet again to be surprisingly compelling in a supporting role, just as he was in Eastern Promises.
The story is impossible to follow, believe or understand. Perhaps the filmmakers went awry when they transposed the original BCCI story from its Islamic roots to one with European origins. Who knows, but the result is a complete mess.
Obviously inspired by the BCCI scandal of the early 90s, the filmmakers should have been advised to stay close to the facts of that situation. What, a Pakistani-based bank that caters to terrorists didn’t provide enough intrigue and relevance in today’s world? One could hardly conceive of a better set up.