and the guilty pleasures of encountering those close calls..
Furham’s close call philosophy may not wear down but it surely isn’t a brighter picture if accounted the entire venture. It thrives on intensity that makes you and the characters sweat but it’s the performance that makes you recall the stakes and not the writing or execution. But it also doesn’t suggest that it isn’t worth exploring the world, it’s just that the actors deserved much more like we did. Ticking for more than two hours, it also fails to differentiate the terms of an elaborative script and an overstretched one.
The narration is gripping and adaptive but is also repetitive especially if considered the entire first half that resonates eerily with the second one. The conversations are pragmatic but the writing isn’t as layered as the writers might suggest. It just floats on the surface and scraps off the thrills and chills by focusing entirely on the crispy part while neglecting the husky essential bits.
Cranston at the heart of it, is what makes the entire two hours worth diving into as he delivers in each frame with a more reserved yet expressive emotions. He is way too cunning, he can be lethally cruel (the birthday cake sequence is one of its finest) and unequivocally generous. But between that, he gets caught multiple times and it’s that resistance of not giving in, is what makes him stand alone. Kruger is decently convincing along with Leguizamo and Ryan.
Fruham’s execution is appropriately up to the mark and nothing above the line, its mediocrity fails to elevate few flat moments on the script which could have factored a lot in here. Cranston and the guilty pleasures of encountering those close calls are the peak moments of The Infiltrator, if a goer for either of it, it is then thoroughly entertaining as it is in plethora.