No Other Choice

I keep insisting that works truly worth championing get better the more you think about them, and No Other Choice only gets better the more I think about it. The ways it reincorporates elements without telegraphing it is going to do so (a Chekhov’s Gun works best when you don’t know it will go off in a later act), character motivations being paid off in underhanded yet tangible and satisfying fashion, heck, even the ending serving as minor political soapbox all serve to make this a film folk like me are going to annoy their peers to watch already, dammit.

10