In The Golden Hour, an Afghani immigrant to the Netherlands has worked his way up to become a respected police detective.
But when a childhood friend from the same village in Afghanistan turns up in Amsterdam, out of the blue, rumours in the Afghan community suggests that trouble might be brewing, and next thing, right on time, there's a major terrorist incident.
Not only, however, does this confirm to our hero Mardik that he was right to suspect something was afoot, but it also improbably confirms to him that the boy he knew, aged seven all those years ago, is one of the fiendish perpetrators.
Cue the most ridiculous, old-fashioned, maverick cop on the run scenario, where our hero, instead of explaining his suspicions and fears to his boss and the other police colleagues, decides to go off and find a cell of four trained terrorist assassins entirely on his own, at one stage even shooting over the heads of his uniformed colleagues to warn them to keep away.
If this kind of risible, over-the-top nonsense is the best story that can be made about the debacle of the American and Allies' retreat from Afghanistan and the dangers which followed, then Europe is surely in need of someone to save it.
In a word, rubbish.
But when a childhood friend from the same village in Afghanistan turns up in Amsterdam, out of the blue, rumours in the Afghan community suggests that trouble might be brewing, and next thing, right on time, there's a major terrorist incident.
Not only, however, does this confirm to our hero Mardik that he was right to suspect something was afoot, but it also improbably confirms to him that the boy he knew, aged seven all those years ago, is one of the fiendish perpetrators.
Cue the most ridiculous, old-fashioned, maverick cop on the run scenario, where our hero, instead of explaining his suspicions and fears to his boss and the other police colleagues, decides to go off and find a cell of four trained terrorist assassins entirely on his own, at one stage even shooting over the heads of his uniformed colleagues to warn them to keep away.
If this kind of risible, over-the-top nonsense is the best story that can be made about the debacle of the American and Allies' retreat from Afghanistan and the dangers which followed, then Europe is surely in need of someone to save it.
In a word, rubbish.
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