Despite the high calibre directorial and performance credentials involved in this movie, the whole thing feels a little stilted and claustrophobic. We join an aged master cat burglar (Eastwood) pulling his last job in a stately mansion when two lovers enter the room and he has to hide. The sex turns ugly, they fight, the woman attacks her partner and two armed men burst in and blow her away.

We later learn the man is the US President, and his (and his secret service agents') callousness at the killing infuriates the hero into bringing him down.

It's more like an argument between three office colleagues than a high stakes game of cat and mouse among the corridors of power, several sparks of action go partway to giving it some excitement, but Ed Harris' emotionally vulnerable detective is one character too many and the great performances from the two great nemeses can't save it from mediocrity.