Despite a confident performance from Cranston, who skates the line between good and evil as elegantly as he did as with Walter White, this drama misses a killer blow. It’s too straightforward in its approach and exposition slows the momentum built by a largely terrific cast. It also suffers from an oversaturation of thematically similar works, not least Netflix’s Narcos, and The Infiltrator’s stakes feel relatively low by comparison.
Its propensity to revel in the perceived glamour of the situation and reluctance to show the obvious drawbacks makes Brad Furman’s film feel rather two-dimensional. Like Escobar’s gear it gives you a short-lived high but you’d be better off steering clear. Just say no, kids.