newyorker.com
Brian De Palma's new thriller, set mainly in Denmark, begins with a Hitchcockian touch of tragedy sparked by sex. Dashing out of bed after a one-night stand with a woman, a young police officer named Christian (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) leaves his gun on his nightstand and heads into action with his partner (Søren Malling), who is killed as a result of the gun's absence. Seeking revenge even while facing suspension for his lapse, Christian—joined by another officer (Carice van Houten)—pursues the killer, a Libyan man (Eriq Ebouaney) on a vengeance campaign of his own. The action plunges deep into the realm of international terrorism when an ISIS terror spree is launched and a C.I.A. officer (Guy Pearce) gets involved. De Palma displays glimmers of imaginative energy in images like those that have graced his films for half a century, including tense crane shots and jangling split screens, but the political intrigue is stale and stereotyped, the characters might as well be windup toys, and the gore is repulsive and gratuitous.
— Richard Brody