I can be slow-witted at times. This probably explains why I felt Black Bag, the film, wasn’t like its trailer.
I mean this was mainly a series of conversations - sometimes one-to-one; sometimes a dinner table, literally, number of participants.
But that didn’t matter: I was engrossed.
Things heat up - familiar espionage themes and action make appearances. Yet all the time it’s the talk, the words, reactions, and behaviour of everyone in frame.
My only criticism, and its slight, is that although I liked the slinky, jazz score it sometimes popped at weird moments. I am slow-witted B, though, at times.