Love can make you do stupid things. Like, say, move from Canada to Colombia to help your hobbled brother build a shack/shop on the beach while you give surf lessons, then start dating a pretty local who happens to be the niece of the most powerful guy in town, then convince yourself that it's really not a problem that said guy is Pablo Escobar, a man whose charitable largesse and rich family life are funded by the illegal export of cocaine. Yeah, somebody else took care of those guys who were bothering you, definitely not the dude who keeps Bonnie and Clyde's car on display in his compound. Of course, the blinders are bound to come off eventually, maybe right around the time he instructs you to hide his loot and kill your assistant. Then what, loverboy? Sidelong answer: then things get interesting. Before that, the story is clear but boring, thanks in part to our hero's moral blankness and personal vacuity. (What does his girl see in him, anyway?) Basically, he only discovers what it's like to be human when faced with a horrific choice. Better late than never. The highlight here is Benicio del Toro's tamped-down but precise performance as a man who has made himself into a god. (2015) — Matthew Lickona