If you loved Wolves, try Beckett
A bridge between a film you've already seen and one most people haven't. Here's what they share, and what the second one does that the first one doesn't.
What Beckett is
Santorini lights the white plaster one July evening. A lone American stumbles from a cliffside taverna, glass still in hand. A scooter’s engine cuts mid-turn, leaving only cicadas. His accidental witness to a murder turns the postcard into a kill zone. Dark suits close in from olive groves to ferry decks. A Milanese thriller steeped in midday glare.

