Editor’s Note: This piece was penned by Geo Hand and Matt Phinney, AKA Guttas

Sensual and Savage

“Atomic Blonde,” starring Charlize Theron and James McAvoy, was a better movie than I had anticipated. A cloak-and-dagger, spy action/thriller set in the late 1980s, Theron plays Lorraine, a British intelligence agent with a thick deployment resume. She sits down in ye olde interrogation room amidst the CIA’s John Goodman and the guy who never left the set of “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy” (Toby Jones) to unravel the gripping tale of her mission’s exploits.

Berlin, just before the wall comes down, is a hotbed for criminal activities. Our heroine is after a confidential list that identifies the names of all the allied agents and their whereabouts contained in the form of a wristwatch. We enter to see a former partner of Lorraine take a bullet to the brainpan whilst attempting to safeguard the list, which is subsequently commandeered by a rogue KGB pipe hitter.

Lorraine, a mysterious femme fatale, gives us little to go on in the beginning regarding her disposition and modus operandi. Throughout the movie, we are introduced to more of her personality and are allowed to see the slivers of humanity peaking through the hardened armor of a veteran operative.

David Percival (McAvoy) plays an anti-hero British agent who we’re not sure can be trusted, yet is allocated to the good guys. McAvoy brings his A game and delivers another great performance that makes for a compelling character as the lines of good and evil become murkier than the fog-machined German clubs. Is he a loose cannon or a calculated professional? Stay tuned.