A British professor of poetics (Ewan McGregor), trying to salvage his marriage with a romantic vacation in Marrakech, has a chance encounter at a bar with a Russian mobster (Stellan Skarsgard), who convinces the scholar to help him turn on his bosses and expose a conspiracy that extends to the upper echelon of British intelligence. (Many more non sequiturs follow.) I haven’t read the John le Carré novel that inspired this incoherent mess, but I have to imagine the old spymaster connected the dots better than they are here. To judge by the puzzled looks plastered on the actors’ faces for the entire movie, they had no clue what any of it meant or why anyone would care. Susanna White directed.