OUR KIND OF TRAITOR has a series of stunningly pretty images to open with: sparkling snowscapes, dappled sunlight, a slow-motion ballet performance. Even the death that follows this montage is beautifully composed, as horrible as the act remains. The visual splendour continues throughout with pristine reflections of characters examining themselves and noirish contrast of light and shadow. Perry (Ewan McGregor) goes along to the kind of party that has hard drugs and a model riding around the house on a horse and things go very badly very fast for him after this. Characters are sometimes bafflingly stupid, like when our heroes recap the spying they’ve been doing the moment they’re left alone in a limo, even though it’s been made quite clear everything is bugged. It’s not a battle of the best spies around but between slightly past-it intelligence service and international organised crime, the slight update to le Carré’s story allowing for some punchy commentary: “We Russians have had a mixed reputation in Europe recently”. Tell us about it.