Recensioni di Metacritic

A nicely-made action-thriller, one with analog car chases and non-digital explosions, like a long tall glass of cold water in a world that mostly offers you Bud Light or Crystal Pepsi.

Though the film's cat-and-mouse scenes hardly compare to those in a Bourne movie, they're enjoyable and only occasionally ridiculous.

There is something to be said for a thriller that rips along with no regard for anything other than its own pace, coasting on Mr. Brosnan’s blunter-than-Bond suavity and Ms. Kurylenko’s beauty.

As far as the spy genre goes, Pierce Brosnan’s The November Man is more filler than thriller.

A humorless, muddled, bloody and generally unpleasant thriller.

Runs through spy-movie cliches with such dogged obligation that it often plays like a YouTube compilation of scenes from older, better thrillers, generating little overall tension and only occasionally approaching basic coherence.

Even in the lazy days of late August, this movie is hardly worth the price of popcorn.

Often frustrating and at times incomprehensible, the Bourne/Bond clone keeps the pulse racing but ultimately fails to satisfy.

This is the sort of film where the plot and even the action become so uninteresting that you start asking plausibility questions.

This one resembles a James Bond film about as much as Belgrade resembles London.