I watched this movie because I love seeing Michael Kitchen bring characters to life. Unfortunately, in this instance it felt like the director had paid good money for a Maserati, which he then lurched along at 30 MPH, stripping the gears and overheating the engine, instead of letting it go flat out. Rather than letting the actors do their jobs (act), it seemed to me like they were frog-marched and stage-managed through the film. "Ok, turn to the camera, and... blue steel. Yeah. Cut." What a waste of talent.

And maybe it was the fact that I don't speak Swedish, but it also seemed like there were too many facile connectors. Someone just happens to call who has the information the hero needs. Quoi? And then at the end, a poor woman for whom $50k is an almost unimaginable sum manages to track the uber-killer down in his lair in Malta and gun him down, even though the rich and highly-connected have never been able to find him. Eh?

Oh, well. Kitchen looked nice in his suits. Gotta love French cuffs under any circumstances.