"Weapons are an extension of my body," says Ramirez Sanchez, aka Carlos the Jackal.
Adapted from a five-and-a-half-hour mini-series, this three-hour biopic chronicles 20 years in the life of the egotistical Venezuelan revolutionary who founded a worldwide terrorist organisation.
It leaps about from Yemen to Austria (the scene of Carlos's infamous 1975 OPEC raid) and from Algiers to Syria and many places in between. It is a disorienting experience – Carlos is a particularly unattractive fellow and some of the dialogue ("We're revolutionaries, not bandits") is wince-making. But it's an ambitious film with several gripping scenes