There is not much to say. The "modern" but now well-established Beck series keep on going in the same way as usual. The only major difference is Mikael Persbrandt's new and dubious semi-alcoholic look. When first gazing upon that grizzled beard, those weary eyes and drowsy voice you may also quickly realise the fact: Persbrandt has begun taking after his father-in-law, Swedish rock artist Ulf Lundell!
Now, about the film. There is not much to say because it is so cliché-ridden and out of proportion you'll either consider it to be a great flick or a really crappy one.
Personally I must settle with the crap group and once more point out the obvious fact: movie plots involving large political events and terrorism don't do well on Swedish soil. It is simply too far-out for that moderate, little country. I do recommend those of you who read this to rather look for the old Martin Beck series with Gösta Ekman in the main role and Rolf Lassgård as a much more convincing Gunvald Larsson. The crimes are far less spectacular but all the more convincing and crafty.
Now, about the film. There is not much to say because it is so cliché-ridden and out of proportion you'll either consider it to be a great flick or a really crappy one.
Personally I must settle with the crap group and once more point out the obvious fact: movie plots involving large political events and terrorism don't do well on Swedish soil. It is simply too far-out for that moderate, little country. I do recommend those of you who read this to rather look for the old Martin Beck series with Gösta Ekman in the main role and Rolf Lassgård as a much more convincing Gunvald Larsson. The crimes are far less spectacular but all the more convincing and crafty.