Soft-conservative "Competent-Police" fantasy about a right-wing threat large enough to justify their own fascistic tendencies.
Watching Paris lockdown for an event the president will be attending, even as violence threatens, feels eerily familiar for us here in the States right now.
All-in-all this is a pretty sweet, meticulous, and restrained flick. A procedural march through an analogue world. I’d argue the second act is perfectly measured. Dialed down, yet relentless. And the whole thing is really well edited.
Then, almost dead center in the film, things start to get sticky for the Jackal and it feels invigorating from a story progression point of view as the two separate story arcs move towards inevitable confluence. A tough structure to do well,…