The Red Circle

The weather is miserable, it’s the middle of winder, it’s cold and wet. The light is bleak, although the movie is shot in colour, it feels like a black and white movie. There’s snow. These are the conditions where just want to get on with things and go back home. And so does this movie. It gets on with it, no fluff. The story unfolds quickly and straightforwardly, there are no distracting love interest, and very little dialog. Every word spoken is important. Not banter. No one speaks during the heist. This is my kind of heist movie. Who needs Ocean’s 11 to thirty-nine, if you’ve got Melville’s Red Circle?