Red Sparrow exists in a strange middle
place that doesn’t serve the adaptation of retired CIA officer Jason Matthews’
best-selling spy novel particularly well. It’s not tense or intriguing enough
to stand with the best recent espionage thrillers, like Tinker,
Tailor, Soldier, Spy. Nor is it pulpy and trashy enough to be fun and
provide an illicit charge. It’s fine, if way overlong, but it’s just kind of
occupies space.
