This disc shows the dangers of trying to mix two different styles together. For the first hour and sixteen minutes, the movie is a spy thriller, and it’s genuinely thrilling and interesting; but at that 1:16 mark, it suddenly goes off into pretentious artsy cinema — the director fills the screen with randomly colored blocks and freezes the frame.

Or, wait, maybe it’s just a bad disc. Argh! Now I hate you, Netflix. Only not really, since at least when you give me a bad disc, I don’t need to drive down to Blockbuster to exchange it.