Kurt Loder Reviews The November Man and Life of Crime

One of the subsidiary pleasures of an old-school
spy movie is vicarious globe-trotting. We don’t want to watch James
Bond or Jason Bourne moping around in some grim Le Carré-style safe
house; we want to see them prowling the souks of Istanbul and
leaping across the rooftops of teeming Tangier. We want Paris,
London, Berlin. Unfortunately, writes Kurt Loder, The
November Man, a new film shot in the unglamorous but
budget-friendly outlands of Serbia and Montenegro, offers virtually
none of this traditional spy-flick travel porn. Which would be
okay; it’s not crucial. However, the movie is also deficient in
more important ways that might otherwise compensate for the lack of
cool stuff to look at.

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