The Infiltrator review: Stakes high in hunt for drug lords
In this Eighties-set drama, Bryan Cranston plays Robert Mazur, a federal agent who realises that, if they're ever going to make a dent in the world of drug trafficking, they have to go after the money, which could ultimately lead them to the head honchos.
Based on Mazur's memoirs, it details his transformation into 'Bob Musella', the larger-than-life businessman he creates in order to infiltrate the drugs world by offering to launder millions of pounds through legit investments.
Not only is he going after kingpin Pablo Escobar's Colombian drug cartel, including his second-in-command Roberto Alcaino, played beautifully by Benjamin Bratt, and the seedy henchmen that populate the lower rungs of the ladder, but also the seemingly respectable bankers who are willing to turn a blind eye to the origins of the money if it means they get to enjoy a profitable slice of the pie.
In this world, one wrong word and it's game over with a bullet in the back of the head or a knife in the stomach, even if it happens to be in the middle of a busy nightclub, so the stakes couldn't be higher.