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Wes Cardino's cinematography blends the soft golden shades we associate with a homecoming with stark empty skies and long bleak fields.

Things do explode. Lots of things. The difference between this and the previous outing is that we care why they're exploding and about the people who are standing next to them when they do.

Thompson's forceful, charismatic performance brings life to what could have been a relentlessly grim film, but it also unbalances the drama somewhat.

You can't help feeling British audiences may well embrace the film's oddness - and blatant anti-American stance - which while not always successfully executed, means there is rarely a dull moment.

Half way through you ask yourself, why am I watching this film?

Fassbender and Mulligan burn white hot in the central pairing, their emotional maelstrom magnetic even when no dialogue is used.

Everything is wired for excitement.

"Mother Nature is a serial killer," someone says, and it doesn't sound cheesy because the action smashes through the walls of scepticism and highjacks your logical mind