I am a stone. I do not move. Very slowly, I put snow in my mouth. Then he won’t see my breath. I take my time. I let him come closer. I have only one bullet. I aim at his eye. Very gently, my finger presses on the trigger. I do not tremble. I have no fear. I’m a big boy now.

As long as you focus on the central sniper-versus-sniper story — and not the dreadful mishmash of jarring accents or the film’s unconvincing romantic subplot or any of the personal relationships — you’ll enjoy it. — Desson Howe