I'll come right out and say it: The Secret Agent is not the masterpiece it's hailed to be. It's well photographed, to be sure, but it's also unnecessarily complicated, featuring a plot with multiple timelines, and a peculiar choice of having Marcelo Alves, the protagonist's (played by Wagner Moura) son, also played by the actor playing his father. The ploy isn't as clever as the director, Kleber Mendonca Filho thinks; unless he perceives their audience to be blind, then why resort to such laziness. Also, while the lead actor's performance is certainly not terrible, to justify its passive, muted emotion for an award is utterly ludicrous; I suppose in 2025, Academy and Cannes are nominating actors simply forsporting three different hairstyles? (check the poster)
As for the plot, it seems to involve a person with multiple identities hiding in a new town, all the while assassins are attempting to kill him, courtesy of a corrupt industrials (or is he a federal official?). Death, whether present, past or still to come, always lurks in the corners, or just off screen. The singular assassination scene is bloody and macabre enough; its cheap presentation recalls Grindhouse movies from fifty or sixty years ago.
The Secret Agent is also too long, and it will satisfy only the biggest film aficionados. You may wonder why so much importance was placed on its universal praise, rather on its mediocre screenplay. Odds are, you won't be in minority with such thoughts.
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