In between a smorgasbord of debauched 80s opulence we witness a man pushed to unnerving psychological limits, thanks to Cranston’s trademark craggy performance. Indefinitely spiralling downwards, he submerges into his undercover role as the slick, high-rolling, money-laundering businessman Bob Musella, in the mother of all CIA stings. Embarking upon Operation C-Chase, Mazur teams up with fresh faced agent Kathy Ertz (Diane Kruger) and streetwise subordinate Emir Abreu (John Leguizamo) who together circumnavigate drug lord Pablo Escobar’s seemingly impenetrable criminal hierarchy. Behind the overflowing suitcases of cash and bellowing cigar smoke there is a search for humanity in a landscape of drugs. Cranston’s moral dalliance between reserved family man and flamboyantly corrupt entrepreneur is undoubtedly his finest big screen performance to date. This results in Mazur’s emotional darkness subsequently trickling into his domestic middle class life, making the quest for spiritual cleansing even harder. Furman pays indirect homage to Michael Mann throughout the palm sweat inducing feature, exploiting brutal intensity against the nocturnal skyline of Miami. While there may be bullet raining sequences coupled with several hold your breath moments, The Infiltrator is ultimately a character study that blends officials and criminals into a lethal haze of smoke and mirrors. It is an altogether more enticing version of what 2015’s Black Mass wanted to be. The Infiltrator is in UK cinemas from 16th September. Follow our Twitter feed for faster news and bad jokes right here. And be our Facebook chum here.