Day 23 of 31 Days of the Algorithm.
Emotional satisfaction sacrificed for political gain, by both the characters and Assayas. Everyone is written in shorthand (traitors, capitalists, spies, spouses), the better to scramble their allegiances throughout. Shines when the focus is on that sliding scale of identity and patriotism, (practiced accents and faked marriages, sweaty working schmoes casually, almost unintentionally becoming terrorists, suited men with unseen faces planting Chekov's bugs), but slips when emotional stakes have to start paying off; it's hard to care about a perfect family getting torn apart by the turning tides of geopolitical espionage when they were only established as a perfect family the scene beforehand. Still, not as bad as its reputation led me to believe; Assayas still has a gift for this kind of sweeping political drama, even if, in this particular case, he loses track of the story's human drama in its web of double crosses.