If the action is a 10, the espionage plot is a 5.
The problem is that the twists aren’t earned. By the third act, you stop caring who is betraying whom because the film has established that everyone is lying. The big reveals land with a shrug. Furthermore, the subplot with Sofia Boutella’s French agent Delphine feels underdeveloped—a sensual detour that hints at intimacy but gets abandoned when the next explosion goes off. atomic blonde 2017
Visually, the film is a mood board come to life. Cinematographer Jonathan Sela bathes East and West Berlin in cool blues, deep purples, and the hot red of communist flags and blood. The soundtrack—a relentless jukebox of ‘80s classics (Siouxsie and the Banshees, Depeche Mode, George Michael)—is less a score and more a character. It pulses under every interrogation, every car chase, every bruising brawl. You feel the paranoia, the hedonism, and the imminent collapse of a divided world. If the action is a 10, the espionage plot is a 5
Theron is astonishing. Having reportedly trained for months (breaking teeth and bruising ribs in the process), she sells the ice-cold MI6 agent perfectly. With her platinum bob, razor-sharp cheekbones, and a wardrobe of leather trenches and Doc Martens, she’s an icon before she throws a single punch. Yet she also layers in a quiet vulnerability—a flash of loneliness, a flicker of betrayal—that keeps Lorraine from becoming a mere killing machine. The big reveals land with a shrug
Leitch understands that spy-on-spy violence isn’t pretty. It’s exhausting, messy, and painful. The centerpiece—a single-take (or brilliant simulation of one) stairwell fight—is a masterpiece of choreography and stamina. Theron’s Lorraine Broughton doesn’t glide through enemies like John Wick; she staggers, gasps, slips on her own blood, and uses furniture, doorframes, and ice picks with desperate ingenuity. Every punch lands with a wet thud, every kick feels earned. It’s the anti-Bourne: no shaky-cam, just long, wide shots that let you feel every agonizing second.