The Infiltrator

The Infiltrator is what I like to call a decent Saturday laundry film, something that you can put on, walk away from it and let it run on it's own for about 10 minutes, return to it and not be lost at all.

[Bryan Cranston is] the most watchable, dangerous, frangible thing in The Infiltrator, a B-standard crime thriller based on the exploits of undercover "narc" Robert Mazur.

Despite the viewer knowing (largely) where the film is headed, The Lincoln Lawyer director Brad Furman squeezes plenty of white-knuckle tension from the details.

Holy Columbian marching powder, you'll be hard-pressed to find a more adrenaline-soaked, palpitation-inducing, stress-ride at the cinema.

Furman is obviously working in the long shadow of Martin Scorsese and the Breaking Bad team. Still, he's learned all the right lessons, especially when it comes to music.

Cranston is excellent: we pick up on the barely perceptible flicker of fear in his eyes as he brazenly weaves his story. And Kruger impresses in a crucial supporting role.

Cranston leads a cast of strong supporting actors in an entertaining and effective, if familiar, undercover cop thriller.

Like Escobars gear it gives you a short-lived high but youd be better off steering clear. Just say no, kids.

Moviegoers need another film about the drug trade as much as they need a hole in the head - or, more specifically, a cocaine-caused hole in the nose - but The Infiltrator does just enough right to make it a welcome addition to the canon.

[Brad] Furman have done a great job putting together a film of this true and complicated story about a man who put himself in extremely dangerous situations.