An English soldier (Jack O'Connell, doe-eyed and square-jawed) finds himself shipped to a foreign country that isn't quite foreign: Northern Ireland, there to keep the peace in Belfast, a city rife with division. You've got your Catholics and Protestants, of course, but then you've got your factions within each, not to mention the various, sometimes conflicting interests of soldiers, police, and undercover men. The chaos of a minor riot leaves him stranded in the wrong part of town after dark, and a series of unfortunate coincidences get him hunted by more than one outfit. The violence is appropriately up-close and gripping — this is very much a neighborhood war — but the downtime tends to get saggy and static, with too many scenes running a bit too long. Still, the grainy, grimy, shadow-strewn look is right for this sort of military noir, and the women who haunt the edges of the conflict are splendid icons of both conscience and crushed humanity. (2014) — Matthew Lickona
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