4 Stars
Darker and grittier.
'You can't get away from a promise', I remind myself. 'It's always honour and glory all the bloody way, but when you think about it, those are the only things the poor have.'
Harry Kvist just can't catch a break. It's enough to make you believe in curses. Yes, much of his problems are self-inflicted, but there's an undercurrent that keeps tugging him down. This time we see him pushed to the edges. Kvist is not a good man, but he has a code and compassion. As bad off as he is, he never forgets those on the lower rungs.
Kvist is on the case, and it's got a body count.
Mid 1930s and Stockholm is bleak. Kvist is scrabbling harder than ever. The Nazi presence is becoming more evident and there's a definite underscore of the beleaguered being dragged down harder. Life is getting tougher, but even so there are moments of humanity that can make a person an optimist.
Only hope that he catches a break that doesn't involve his body.
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