I was intrigued by the premise of the film, despite the absence of notable leads, and it got off to a good start with an intriguing voiceover that leads us in. However, the movie soon becomes one improbable plot twist after another, to the point of incredulity. In addition, although I cannot say for certain that the story originated as a stage play it most certainly feels stagebound in its confinement to one location and an overnight span. David Mamet is another writer who employs devious plot machinations, but his are more credible. I was engrossed throughout, but only in an abstract way, and mainly to see what implausible twist would come next, and how it would all end. Somewhat portentously, as it turned out. And it seems to me that Mark Rylance's accent varies a lot, careening from Cockney to Saville Row. There are better ways to spend an hour and 3/4.
Review of The Outfit
