Guy Ritchie’s (second) latest film is a lively and gripping war action film that, in short, is trapped and shackled like drugs. The kind that makes you look like an addict, resulting in an immersive, intense, and even stressful experience, both instinctively and emotionally. It’s no coincidence that it has its director’s name in the title, it’s no coincidence that it’s his most rounded film in years. And maybe throughout his career.

Yes, it’s a language that sounds empty and populist, but sometimes it’s like this: ‘The pact’ is one of Ritchie’s most haunting films. A highly effective film, presented with the British filmmaker’s usual energy, nerves of steel and determination, this time in the service of an even nobler cause than the recurrent playful relaxation of his career. A thing that she reinforces and reaffirms with every determined step that is always on the cutting edge.

On a razor’s edge, he moves like a fish in water, keeping the suspense up from start to finish. In a superficial, interested way and of course not particularly novel or surprising, since it is a “macho” film that smells of napalm in the morning, yes, very well dosed and structured. And it is that in reality it does not represent anything that we cannot feel and that we have already seen before. But he puts it in the way God needs to get access to heaven.

From the style to works like “The only survivor‘, For example. Relentless and determined, narrow-minded and totally focused films that behave like real soldiers on the battlefield; in this mission, with the cover of Dar Salim and most notably Jake Gyllenhaal, for years in the league of men who add to the category by their sheer (and brilliant) presence. To sum it up: films as overwhelming and impactful as this one ‘The pact’.