Starring: Denzel Washington, Ryan Reynolds, Vera Farmiga & Brendan Gleeson
Directed By: Daniel Espinosa
Written By: David Guggenheim
Produced By: Scott Stuber
Distributor: Universal Pictures
Rating: R
Running Time: 115 minutes
Website: www.nooneissafe.com
Budget: $85 million
Genre: Action / Crime / Mystery
Release Date: February 10, 2012
In Safe House, Denzel Washington is the most dangerous man in the world, a rogue C.I.A. agent in possession of the agency’s dirtiest secrets. A master of manipulation and psychological warfare who literally re-wrote the book on interrogation methodology, he dropped off the grid nearly a decade ago to trade intel with America’s worst enemies. In the years since, his reputation has grown to mythic status: agents whisper his name in hushed tones, like the intelligence world’s version of the Boogeyman. When Washington finally reappears, he does so in the most confounding manner possible, walking right into the American Embassy in South Africa and announcing himself, sucker-punching the world’s intelligence community and leaving them scrambling to uncover his true motives.
Unfortunately for the folks at Langley, the only location that can securely hold Frost for questioning is a modest Cape Town safe house staffed solely by rookie agent Ryan Reynolds (Green Lantern). Reynolds has been languishing in the post, longing for a chance to prove himself field-worthy but conflicted about the constant need for duplicity with his girlfriend (Nora Arnezeder). Reynolds’ boyish enthusiasm at the prospect of action is quickly replaced by a growing unease with the enhanced interrogation methods of commanding officer Robert Patrick (Terminator 2: Judgment Day).
When the location is breached by a team of well-armed soldiers, Reynolds is forced to abandon the safe house and keep Washington secure until his C.I.A. bosses (Vera Farmiga and Brendan Gleeson) can arrive in Johannesburg with proper reinforcements. That challenge is made considerably more difficult by the constant pursuit of the enemy soldiers, as well as by Washington himself, who systematically undermines Reynolds’ confidence at every turn. As the pair play cat and mouse across the cities and slums of South Africa, Reynolds finds himself rising to meet each new obstacle with a level of coldness and brutality that deeply trouble him.
Denzel Washington is no stranger to creating well-loved villainous roles (see his Academy Award-winning turn in Training Day), and really sinks his teeth into the part of renegade agent Tobin Frost. He commands the screen with little more than a superior attitude, his superhuman menace radiating coolly beneath his relaxed demeanor. When he kills, his wrath is so powerful the camera literally shakes in its presence. Frost is so well-established at the front of the film that every subsequent scene he’s in benefits from the audience’s subconscious expectations, and Washington uses that to his full advantage.
The rest of the cast varies in quality. Ryan Reynolds does an admirable job opposite Washington’s unforgettable performance, though it helps that he’s supposed to look completely outmatched for the majority of the film. The two share a good on-screen chemistry, particularly during some of their more reflective character moments, and his maturation over the course of the film rings true. Vera Farmiga and Brandan Gleeson, however, are given little to do in obnoxiously typecast roles, and the less said about Nora Arnezeder’s performance, the better. Rubén Blades has a scene-stealing performance as one of Washington’s few friends, a document forger who philosophizes about family, life and wine.
Swedish director Daniel Espinosa’s Hollywood debut is a smart, well-crafted film that keeps its protagonist and audience off-guard at all times. Espinosa proves highly capable at building characterization during periods of downtime, but also masterful at shattering those moments with rampant, frenzied violence. He is handles large-scale car chases and close-quarters fistfights with equal skill, and his hand-held camerawork lends energy to the film without ever becoming overly-stylized or nauseating.
Most importantly, Espinosa keeps his action grounded in reality. Taking place over the course of just three days, you can actually see the scrapes and bruises accumulating on the story’s heroes and villains as the action intensifies – and that goes doubly for the psychological damage. These C.I.A. agents aren’t like Jason Bourne or Ethan Hunt. They’re real people doing really horrible things to other real people, and really screwing themselves up in the process. Truly, no one is safe.
4 Stars (out of 5)

I first heard about the Safe House not in Milwaukee but 300 miles away in a bar in Minneapolis. An old pitcher from the Minnesota Twins, Gary Serum, told me he used to go there with other teammates when they stayed at the Pfister here in Milwaukee. Then he regaled me with stories of secret codes to gain admittance, hidden doorways concealed as bookshelves and backdoor passageways. Obviously, this place sounded pretty great. So I came back to Milwaukee and did some heavy research (I Googled “Safe House”), found that it was Downtown and headed out with a few friends.
scure back alley on Front Street, International Exports Ltd. sits without adornments or signs. One wouldn’t even know it was there if he or she wasn’t looking for it.
estfallen because I had assumed there was a complex puzzle to be solved or riddles asked and answered. No luck for me, and yet that was the worst part of the night (which is to say, the Safe House is a pretty awesome place).
ere is both a Burt Reynolds temptation test and a two-way mirror for covert spying.
back to the front entrance and asked Moneypenny more about the bar and what to see. She said it’s been open for 44 years, always under the name of International Exports, Ltd., and that most of the customers are brought in by word of mouth alone. Then she gave me a list on the menu that illustrates things you can find. I won’t spoil any of them, but the one everyone should find, and it is honestly one of the coolest things I’ve seen in a bar (and I’ve been in quite a few), is the secret telephone booth escape route. If you ask the bartenders, they will point you in the right direction (especially if it’s closing time, and then they’ll be more than happy to show you the exit). Ask the patrons of the bar, and they will play along, leading you down false trails and making you look the ass for their amusement, but all in good fun.