The Last Cigarette

A brisk silent-era spy chase that plays like a relic, tense in bursts but distant and stagebound to modern eyes.

A sleek, slow-burning espionage thriller that keeps you coiled with quiet dread and luxurious menace.

A short, silent suspense piece that builds quiet dread as a trap closes around its hero.

A brisk, old-fashioned chase full of disguises and close calls, with a famous clock-face climax that keeps you leaning forward.

A quick, plotty silent caper that moves like a serial chapter, all scheming glances and railway intrigue, gone before it settles.

A cerebral, slow-burning spy thriller that keeps you constantly guessing who is deceiving whom, with a cold, elegant atmosphere.

A propulsive, twisty thriller that keeps you on edge with constant chases and double-crosses, rarely pausing for breath.

A tense, stylish spy thriller with exotic locales, dry wit, and a slow-burning cat-and-mouse game.

A sleek, witty chase that keeps you grinning and gripping the armrest as a wrong man darts across America.

A brisk, puzzle-driven thriller that keeps you leaning forward, chasing cryptic clues through shadowy institutions with a constant sense of urgency.

A chilly, tangled espionage ride that keeps you leaning in to track who is playing whom.

A cool, cerebral spy thriller that trades action for intricate plotting and moral ambiguity, with a wry, cynical edge.