Hiring Review: Handsome spy Noah Centineo blunders into Gen Z’s stupidity

The film stars 26-year-old handsome Noah Centineo as 24-year-old Owen Hendricks, a lawyer who has just joined the CIA’s legal team and quickly realizes he has no depth.

Naive Owen takes care of one terrible mistake after another, but somehow continues to rise to the top, a golden boy who happens to be repeatedly failing his promotion.

As the newest recruit at Langley, he’s been given the arduous job of rummaging through folders filled with threatening letters to the Agency, often from geeks and conspirators, just in case. some of them can pose a real danger.

You know, the first time he found a live performance. Former CIA asset Max Maladze (Laura Haddock), who was sentenced to prison for murder, claims to know secrets that could jeopardize the Agency’s operations in Russia and Belarus and plans to use them to negotiate her release.

Owen reports his findings to grumpy boss – naturally – Walter Nyland (Vondie Curtis-Hall, who really deserves better than this scoundrel) and keeps checking. story.

Although not a trained field agent, Owen decides to go to Yemen without permission and talk to Max’s former manager Dawn (Angel Parker).

Owen is being haunted by colleagues Violet (Aarti Mann) and Lester (Colton Dunn), a pair of idiots who seem to wander from a workplace sitcom – a sign of his tone inconsistency. story series.

When they told him he should fly economy class, he was gullible enough to swallow it.

He goes without a cover story, using his real passport and wandering through the desert in a suit and tie, carefree wandering into a black organization run by Dawn, who considers him was the enemy and pulled out one of his nails.

She should have pulled out his teeth too, which would at least erase the grin Centineo usually wears.

Owen then ignores Nyland’s orders to bring in an FBI escort as he goes to retrieve some top secret documents that Max keeps in a cupboard and is eventually chased and shot by a pair of Russian bad guys. died. Miraculously, he got the better of them.

Centineo resembles the young Mark Ruffalo in some ways and the young Chris Sarandon in others, but lacks the presence of either of them.

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The only surprising thing is that one of the creative hands behind this series is Doug Liman, who two decades ago directed a true spy thriller, The Bourne Identity.

Recruiting seems to have been designed as a spy rope for the Gen Z crowd, who would probably be too busy swooning over Centineo’s often-naked body to think the whole thing was stupid. what level.

For everyone else, it’s just another worthless Netflix add-on. I dragged myself through two episodes. Watching the remaining six was not a quest I chose to accept.

Forget House of the Dragon and The Rings of Power. As the dust (pun intended with reference to Philip Pullman) subsides, the most impressive recent achievement in fantasy television can clearly prove to be BBC and HBO’s His Dark Materials (BBC1, Sunday) .

Turn Pullman’s beloved complex fantasy trilogy into a tight and entertaining on-screen entertainment – especially after the failure of 2007’s The Golden Compass, a lavish adaptation but the tediousness of the first book – was a big challenge, but writer Jack Thorne (one of the best around) did a great job.

The third and final season opens with a drugged Lyra (Dafne Keen) still being held prisoner by her mother Coulter (the great Ruth Wilson), Will (Amir Wilson) searching for her with The help of two new angel allies and Lord Asriel (James McAvoy) assemble a mighty army to wage war on the Authority. A miracle.