An unsubtle grand metaphor for imperialism and the passing of the torch from one empire to the next, the personal and the political both intertwine in The Quiet American (2002) as they always inevitably do in these world-weary yarns.
It’s a fabulous thriller with all the prerequisite delicate human minutiae, and Michael Caine is extraordinary.
He always has been – even in The Swarm (1978).
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 