The movie is dull and plain, and the Mediterranean sun is shining like a dream. The viggo in the white suit is like a deep mystery, as if it belongs to another story outside of the movie. Before going to Greece, I planned to watch this movie again, but I never had a chance. When I come back I think of it again, but it is not like Greece.
The film is probably trying to imitate the tragedy on the Nile, staged a gorgeous murder in a sunny landscape. This retro sentiment is well captured, but it is not a story of a thug, it is more like a person's inner exile.
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