Not a fighting kind

The acting performances of these people were so stiff that every once in a while I thought they were made out of wood or plastic, or they were corpses. Awful awful awful. Fucking awful. Wouldn't give medals to the story either, it's a poor-man's Le Carre or something. Mark Wahlberg's face is an emotionless chasm, Catherine Zeta-Jones has been away for so long that she's forgotten her gist. Russell Crowe and Barry Pepper were half asleep.