the streets of Manhattan.
The Reluctant Fundamentalist relies heavily on coincidences and contrivances. Its diametric principal characters make one think of an overly co-ordinated matchy-matchy outfit; the rising tensions and crosscuts of the final section could determine the settings of an atomic clock; the neat oppositions between oriental and occidental culture might have been culled from Edward Said for Dummies.
Much of this loose and admittedly imaginative adaptation probably seemed more plausible in Moshin Hamid’s best-selling thriller. A bombastic score doesn’t help the feeling that we’re watching Wall Street 3: The Lahore Connection.
For all these caveats, it’s hard to dismiss Ms Nair’s attempts to map out the anatomy of a potential terrorist. The actors, particularly Ahmed and Hudson, are excellent. As ever, Declan Quinn’s cinematography shimmers exactly when it ought to. AndNair’s attempts to distill global politics into neat drama is, for all the soap opera, compelling.