The Secret Agent (2025) review

I went into this expecting a spy movie, but it never really becomes one. The film only starts to get interesting in the third act, when his assassins finally land in the same place where he has been hiding. That convergence should have been the payoff. But instead, it turns anticlimactic. It reminded me of No Country for Old Men, where the protagonist’s death isn’t even shown. Here, the same problem exists, there’s no emotional release, no real closure, and no sense of earned consequence. Everything just… stops. What makes it more frustrating is how little weight his life seems to have left behind. His son doesn’t even remember him. That could have been devastating if explored properly, but it’s treated almost as an afterthought. Instead of feeling tragic, it feels hollow. Wagner Moura is clearly underutilized. He’s far more compelling in Civil War and especially in Narcos, where his presence dominates the screen. In the end, Secret Agent flirts with intrigue but never commits, leaving behind an experience that feels unfinished rather than intentionally ambiguous.