![]() I’m not saying that Russians aren’t responsible for some bad things (I certainly wouldn’t want to be a journalist under Putin’s rein), but after a while, seeing only villainous men becomes a little ridiculous. Russian spies are portrayed over and over again as oafish, violent criminals that revel in the shady underworld of spycraft, while the Americans spies are idolized as brave good-hearted people. The Americans she runs into, however, are respectful, and they treat her with dignity. Almost every single Russian man that Dominika runs into is a pig they all want to sleep with her, they’re sleazy, and they drool over her almost cartoonishly. ![]() They even address this problem, but Dominika says that her uncle is a patriot, and that is brief explanation is supposed to explain away our disbelief. First off, it’s ridiculous to think that an uncle would send his niece to a school where it is pretty much implied she’s going to have to sleep with and possibly kill people. My biggest issue with this film is that it feels like anti-Russian propaganda. Dominika seemingly falls in love with Nash, but we don’t know if that love is genuine, or if it’s just Dominika using her state-taught seduction skills. ![]() Dominika tries to seduce Nash, but Nash is savvy to her game still, he plays along, his endgame being to recruit her to help with the CIA. After undergoing rigorous training, Dominika is given an assignment: Nate Nash (Joel Edgerton, '“ Bright”), a known CIA operative working on Russian soil. Why did I dislike this film so much? Well, I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning.Īfter a tragic accident, Dominika Egorova (Jennifer Lawrence, “Silver Linings Playbook”), a former famed Russian ballerina, is forced to find a new line of work in order to pay for her sick mother’s treatment, and, with nowhere else to go, she turns to her Vladimir-Putin-lookalike Uncle (Matthias Schoenaerts, “The Drop”), a government agent, whom sends her to ‘Sparrow School,’ a training program where participants are taught to use their bodies as weapons. This is a corpse of a film it’s stiff, it doesn’t have anything interesting to say, and it’s way too bloated. When the credits rolled, I gave a sigh of relief, stood up, left the theater, and didn’t think any more about this film until now, when I sat down to write a review for it. I can usually tell how good a movie is based on how far into the film I start checking my phone, asking myself the question: how much longer until this is over? During Red Sparrow, Jennifer Lawrence’s Russian espionage thriller, I first checked my phone at about forty-five minutes, and then at about an hour and a half, then and hour and fifty-five minutes, and then a few more times before the movie finally ended.
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