Roger Donaldson’s film is bleaker, bloodier, more cynical. Martinis and casinos are replaced by hard liquor and strip clubs. There's a certain level of Bond deconstruction going on with CIA master agent Peter Devereaux – an isolated, joyless killer called out of retirement to save a witness to war crimes by a Russian politician. The world's best intelligence agencies are taking numbers to shoot bullets at them as they cross Belgrade, Serbia.