Watching: Our Kind Of Traitor

Our Kind Of Traitor is surprisingly upbeat for a John Le Carré adaptation. More interestingly, it's a film directed by a woman which has a couple of shots in the early scenes which basically invert the default male gaze - an initial close-up of a male dancer (Carlos Acosta, in fact) and then a scene with the central couple, played by Naomie Harris and Ewan McGregor, where she gets up, puts on a dressing gown and wanders into out-of-focus background while the camera lingers on his face and naked shoulders/chest.

Other than that, it's mostly solidly competent rather than great, but if you want an intelligent espionage thriller with a reasonable amount of tension, some lovely scenery and no fridging or putting the female characters in danger just because they're female and that will drive the male characters' character arcs, it's not a bad way to spend a couple of hours.